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Silence falls from its sleepless slumber The night breeze falls to the dawn Soundless, solemn, sun broken sky Cried her dirges forlorn; Through winding paths White cold wrath burnt frozen blood I long to writhe in your splendid exaltation Let hands slither down your watery embasquement And arouse the sleeping seraph, from certain mortal slumber Wherein its treasures of inception, become a handbook for the dead What doth lie behind the darkness of the closed eye? From where doth the sun draw it's flames? Answers float in circles, questions dissolve in light 1000 years of peace after, 10,000 years of misery Arc of the angels, hewn by the sunlight dawn Divine crescent burning black, shower the heavens and the earths Kindle the flame, Upon deaths and upon births. Aus Songtexte Mania