Nine Circles Of Torture Songtext
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Always in motion
From some point
Nowhere
Unrelenting
Wave of being
A crimson mist
Drifting - falling
From some point
Nowhere
Unrelenting
Wave of being
A crimson mist
Drifting - falling
Things end
In becoming
Ending becoming
Essence
Embers of
Ancient wars
Blind will
To death
To be manifold
Nothing
In becoming
Ending becoming
Essence
Embers of
Ancient wars
Blind will
To death
To be manifold
Nothing
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