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• Artiste: Lost Soul
• Titre: Lords Of Endeavours
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At the threshold of night Dozes the space of inspiration Inside the harm's despairing No chance to experience itself Thirsty of light I draw from mouth of darkness Poison Which burns my pride Like snake robbed from strength Creeps symbol of disdain On altars of silence The Lions Blaspheme of morning Dawn sparkles Demented through the joy Bursts handcuffs of all praises When I tempt Your pride Beauty bites the exile I want to dress her to the skin And to invite to dance Lords of Endeavours Their worship reaches the stars Their worship is like comet Their charity is like dust They'll never destroy the light Carrying It with pride They permit to settle It in their souls Where pain rules They'll never destroy the light Waiting till It will extinguish their beings