In the midst of wave
And we are drowning down
Unconceivable Evil
Into the forgotten city
Oxygen becoming treasure
Is it time to choose
We plunging in madness
In the depths of madness
Of this terrible journey
.yes, it is.
Into the light in the end
Guided by figure sculpted in ivory
Place, where absence of life Does not mean morality
Imagination in one with memory
And memories are so real
Unveiling the mystery
Storm choirs are wailing Splendid structures
Going out searchlight
In the midst of wave
Unconceivable Evil
Into the forgotten city
It's time to choose
And we are drowning down
The Unknown.And I am choosing.
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