In the eternal land, In the sadness land, In the sadoland, In the lesbians land, In the suicidals land, In the sepulchral land Just see immortal angels in majestic flights And the swords be torn in the air, See hideous nereids be raised of the seas foams, Hear the dramatic, distant and taciturn howls of the wolves See Medusa smiling in front of petrified foolish men, Hear trembling and moribund voices And the wisdom of the ancient messages Its the divine unconsciousness Listening sepulchral whispers... ...Of a deep melancholys state Feel the coldness of the serenity, Feel the winds crossing your soul And the sweet smell of wines perfumed in the taverns In a poetic suicide in the name of Loucyfer, From the gates of Langsuyar, the death is the war The death is the war
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