Each time the bell tolls I feel inner change. Crossing the bridge from the weak to the tainted. There We will meet with the two sides of fire, calling up spirits of love and desire. Seek through the darkness my bones turn to rust, for there's nothing to keep me from what I've become...
Let the darkness keep my secret, will she hold me till the dead of night till the fall of might.
Punish me now for my world is surrounded with inkblots of madness and cold empty halls.
Will the forest hold me in her wings. Keep me silent strike the daemon within. Find my solace in her weary arms. Then I will be saved by the night. No longer slave to my mind. Sweet redemption
Suffer the screaming as I walk through this land. Suffer the empty regret by my hand. Conquer the mountains I moulded with tears. Retrace catastrope now burning clear.
Punish me now as my bones turn to rust for there's nothing to save me from what I've become...
"El primer paso de la ignorancia es presumir de saber." Baltasar Gracián
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"Everything I am, everything I see, is a part of The Circle coming back to me, all this joy and pain it will be again, all a part of The Circle coming back to me..."
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Happy birthday to Blog, hapy birthday to Blog. Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to BLÓ :)
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¿Y la siguiente publicación será para el tercer aniversario?
Ya escribe una de tus locuras :p
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