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“MY TRUE HOME”

Through the wasteland, wickedness and solitude I flee
Through the rotten prophecies I flee
To my murky home I flee,
To chilly walls and barren roots

I turn around chasing the illusion
I turn around to provoke you, to save a kiss at least…

In the filthy lantern light my chains flashed
My fetters tightened close with your flames approach

Today, tomorrow or yesterday I will be waiting here, flourishing
I’m here for further I can go no more
Here with the cross covered, with the burden captured I sleep
Sleep on a cold tomb, by the gods, people and dead metaphors

From the fear I flee to the fear
My crafty demon cut the umbilical cord
Through the world cemetery I flee
Through the people junk-yard I flee

Old skeletons, cold roots, I found the reflection
Empty lakes, I live on the bottom
It’s a dream so old, an eternal sound
Down the well lives the world
Through the glass you touch the years

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from The Independence of Observation Choice, released September 9, 2007

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BLEYZABEL BALBERIT - voc.
BILMORGH PAMORHIZ - git.
NAMELESS IMMENUS - git.
GAAPZARIEL KEMOHES - dr.
ROTHEP PATIEL bas.

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