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In the misty eye of God, I am the dead light
In the hour of delusions of minds
I pray for the calls,because I'm midnight
The ferocious sickle of the bloody moon
And gather in the sunny valleys of boon

Sharp blue eyelash needles
Melted candles are cut by fire
In my own glow I'm nameless
Tribe on the edge of the universe
Dark, rough skin frost, waiting worse

Clutched with pity death grip for my soul
I could not bear the squeezing chest sigh
Frozen in the dark,unconditionally fell like a wall
Crumbled golden fabric is pounded in water
The dirt of time has been unhooked from birth

Soul ancestors are freed from the sin of the earth
From the cunning wiping of a silver pen, from the eyes of a human being
From the sleeping larvae of invulnerability, from the smell of death
The stars will break the glass of heaven with their fist
The wind stirs the brows of a frowning mist

In the misty eye of God, I am the dead light
In the hour of delusions of minds
I pray for the calls,because I'm midnight
The ferocious sickle of the bloody moon
And gather in the sunny valleys of boon