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• Artiste: Pagan Spirit
• Titre: The Birth In Demoniac
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There is nocturnal Sky in my heart The Sky with silver robe It lulles us so beautiful to Death Which is always nearly Old and wise eliptical Queen Wears crown on her head so bitterly But it doesn't sit her In this so nice day Pluto sets direction With wand to all And small child caught a glimpse To mysterious lines hovering so far But reachable for him In his first dream the claw grew him It makes one's presence felt A Sign of Witchery encroaches and takes out Above everything and over everyone In that moment he saw Ironbird on the Sky From far Universe And Daimonion was attending him by eternity Cruelty is grandious art and so near for Him At the time the Eyes of large Serpent Are fulfil with calmness In day of Death a new Birth will come Which will stregthening my pulse of Demoniac