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I. PRELUDE TO THE PASSING OF HUMANKIND / II. THE UNVEILINGS
At last, you are done with this
oh, modern and new brave world.
You traveller, you lost soul
at the end of times.
There is something that is burning,
and my nerves do nothing.
There is something that is burning,
and my nerves do nothing but crawl on the floor.
My little friend,
there is war outside
and my nerves do nothing
but crawl
like those black snakes
you once told me about,
that only in dreams
you have seen.
I would like to say
this is not our end,
but now I'm here
in the middle of the mist.
And to see the things
that would rather be
remain unseen:
an entire world burning now/down.
I have seen the dead,
I have seen destruction,
my wounds whose blood falls down
to the infinite.
Everything is nothing.
There is something that is burning,
and my nerves do nothing.
There is something that is burning.
May it not be us.
And oh, winter.
Days with no sun
may never stop...
...how the flowers bloom;
to see those leaves fall.
And who, if I scream, would hear me now
among the angels?
And who would hold me near their chest,
for beauty is terror?
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III. OF CHAOS IS BORN THE NIGHT
Dire relevations
come in waves and thunder,
and winds of dissonance.
All come and see
and lay to rest.
Human creatures,
heed the sound
of glory
and silence.
The first Earth will pass
and so will thy flesh.
All light will be no more.
Pierce these hearts
with the blade of mourning.
Open the seals.
Do not be afraid
of this black pain.
The book of life now is closed,
the moon has turned burning red.
and so have the seas.
Forever forsaken land.
Pale wandering souls return/turn all
to death and disease.
Chaos reigns,
and ruinous rains from darkest heavens fall.
Chaos reigns,
may night eternal fall upon your eyes.
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Aftermath
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IV. AFTERMATH
Reclaim your land,
you voiceless and pure.
And tread carefully
for the path is treacherous
and even angels
have to sing their choir
alone.
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V. EFFLORESCENCE
Autumn's shadow: pass away,
there's no-one to listen.
Let the spirit find its way,
there's nothing to do now.
In this darkest of hours,
let the cold take your hand.
All the flowers will wither,
all be lost in the past.
Rise beyond,
remove the veil of this world.
Let your tears
run down your face once again.
Enslaved by blood,
your soul will turn to light.
The birds inside
will fly away.
Birds inside
will fly...
...into forever.
These tall trees,
these eyes devoid of cruelty
will now breathe
the air of new found sovereignty.
All will live
in absence of injurious hands;
time will come
to join them in the deepest sea.
The end of the cycle,
repeating evermore.
What lives, lives forever;
an essence without end.
Beyond earthly senses,
all life becomes deathless.
Here, at the end
of all that exists,
a song of grief is played
after your days.
Everything that's left
is the ash of time.
All the brightest stars
will fade to black.
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VI. DIRGE FOR NAMELESS GRAVES
Now, when the fire is out,
consumed by the echoes
of long forgotten hurt.
All has come to end,
released from the boundaries
that kept your eyes awake.
Pain will be no more;
time will be no more.
Sail towards the endless,
walk into the cosmic ocean
where your fate awaits.
Sleep in silence,
wide and deep.
Seize oblivion,
blind and deaf.
Hark! The vast destruction,
loud and wondorous!
Doom impending,
gloom unending.
Days of despair.
Grant them eternal rest.
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VII. REQUIEM AETERNAM (SILENCIO)
En tiempos de dolor o euforia,
el tiempo borra nuestra historia.
Después de una vida ilusoria,
sin alcanzar pena ni gloria,
¡dinos la verdad!:
No sirve más contar las horas;
no queda nada más que sombras y...
silencio, silencio, silencio.
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