Everything will be wiped away
Iron soul will ultimately be yielding
Fractures of the earth will be far more clear
Human beings will stand at a crossroad.

Unyielding violence will rear its head
Long spell of unborn dreams will cry for souls
Agony and ecstasy will give way to salvation.

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Cover my face with your tears
Your love has all the remedy
My heart is burning with desire
You never cast a veil on my face.

Take off all my desires with you
Drench my love with your agony
I will come closer to your heart.

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Who is standing in shrouded darkness
Is he growing out to be the saviour of agony
Why is he covering his soul in veil of departing time
Will he shout in music of eternity?

He is writhing in buried violence
His door is wide open for the evil patterns of the satan
He will come to the cypress tree and dig his own grave.

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Far at the yonder length of the sky
I look into the world of sparkling stars
My heart bleeds for joy and tranquility
As if I have seen a long cherished dream.

Into the world of sparkling stars
I walk with ever more tranquility
As if the heaven has come down at my feet.

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Had there been a sigh of millions
There could have been a roar of laughter
Thousands of footsteps would join in a long procession
Holding the candle brighter than many thousand suns
Voices would choke voices in writhing pains
It could have created a symphony of stormy petrels
Agonies would melt in blowing whistles
The dead souls could have risen all in togetherness
Burning the ashes of ruins in earthly delights
Shadows of nights would walk down the long aisle
Had there been a storm and bursts of thunder
It could have kindled the pyre of midnight empire.

It could have been an easier sky
It could have weaved a new web of reasons
To hold aloft the circle of long lost sanctity
Equality could have been the mother of lesser things
Hungry autumn would blossom in millions of flowers
Had there been a last supper in the yonder heaven
Holy grail would kiss the bowl of hunger
Sacred psalms would sing a lullaby in remains of ruins
Awakening the souls of the motherless child
It could have been the rights of all together
It could been the sighs of conscience for the millions
Had there been a good harvest of roar of laughter
And had there been no darkness at noon to bluster.

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With a drop of tears
The sun melts into the abiding darkness
An eluding voice voice sings lullaby
Yet you are still withdrawn into your days and nights
As if the failing light devouring you in slow agony
As if the nostalgiac memory has left you in the lurch
While the lengthening forest grips your shadow
In a long quest of eternity you whisper the last pray
You alone carry forward the messages of all of brotherhood
Nothing stops you from joining the setting sun
As you alight from the chariot from the blessed land
You remain genial all along the road of brotherhood
To reverence and glory you only galore in dignity.

Come to the blessed land of humanity
Come to the land of equality and prosperity
The spirit will never fail you in your long voyage
Rise from the ashes of forgotten memories
Rise into the heart of the sizzling sun
Hold aloft the statute of liberty for all
Hold aloft the sunshins across the whole sky
It is Christ's joy, it is Christ's cry
You only fight in a lone voice
You only adore the final consequence
You will be the lone sun over the valley of dignity.

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