I wear a storm of tears,
Till the day my time will come. The idol upon the iron mask Will lie for the flesh beyond the truth. My body shall die for you.
In my secret will lies the truth. We shall join the distance among our eyes. Miles became the messenger of distance and The moon unites the domain of loneliness. For the highest sorrows you are punished to eternal slavery.
The brightest colors might join my way, Crowns made by human's wisdom of pain,
May become the way of the pagan path domain. Nothing less than the black inflamed forest.
Nothing more than the white realms of destiny, . I fell that glory comes after a huge storm, Without timeless pain we shall never be rewarded For all those miles done, I have to know my image. I wonder how long it will take to find myself.
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