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On squalid and stony walls When the mind to the thinking bows Sexton of the stygian shrine Is falling into the same mistake One guardian is lost, one man understood Still dust on the crown like legend On squalid and stony walls When the mind to the thinking bows Sexton of the stygian shrine Is falling into the same mistake How many times the question passed? No matter first nor last Escape from earth to dungeon space Two eyes suffocated by pointing words One guardian is lost, one man understood Still dust on the crown like legend How many times the question passed? No matter first nor last Escape from earth to dungeon space Two eyes suffocated by pointing words Let the existence of the devil sleep SongtexteTo see and feel what should have been given If the serpent wasn't hungry And she is ready to hold his sin Farewell to the philosopher In a century of damned tales Age redolent of scorn with touchable things Scavenged only by the abnormal force Of the no choice Still the sexton envenomed with fear in a funeral Full of lights and fervent happiness of ignorance On squalid and stony walls When the mind to the thinking bows Sexton of the stygian shrine Is falling into the same mistake With every tongue's speech revival reach Aus Songtexte Mania