In distant I Of movement still The trail of absence Infected will Of blood thirst rise No other strive A lying tongue Of vision deprived Now another day Its just like before We slaughter mornings epilogue Crucified by another remission Since the victim never lie Were lead by a dead vision On a bleeding earth The father and all children Of a vision turned to rust Will reach back for one second Hesitation, fragile lust the earth in its entirety, drenched in blood is nothing but a vast altar on which every living being must die until all is devoured, until the wicked is rid, until death itself is dead, on our, our bleeding earth Crucified by another remission Since the victim never lie Were lead by a dead vision On a bleeding earth
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