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Thunder which is not heard Rain which covers the underneath grounds The creation of night Image that transforms with gazing of sight Leaves that break after they fall With the sorrow at the broken skin Abyss that is dark and moist I travel where colours do not appear I see the realm from where it stands on its own image of before Through the gates, charms of howling sacrifices Tortured from the soul that is not there The warmth of the winter flame Mesmerises the sleep mortal as the Golden Winds Blue visions of protecting Who's strength has not blossomed into a black powerful flower Kingdom for blood that has shed blood Grey nights surreal as the red stream Of ocean lightning that surrounds it Turmoil at the scales Which it protects black winds hades of spirit Music that mortifies every feeling of that I have always been Guardian of the third night where Raven fly To the greater form of evil Red in my eyes SongtexteClosed as the being of not born in fire Cathedral of light, which looks within itself Before the dark it creates with its wing of serenity Tide of towers, the gift of night Ride the oceans of red tide A vessel through the womb, it takes your orchard Petals fall for the hunger Sings of weeping light as it is swallowed by the mourning bells Ancient unsilent Aus Songtexte Mania