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Mirror, twilight of consciousness,
let us leap to the other side
"for at the boarderland of sleep and waking
are the liers in wait", reificators of dreams
The blind eye turns to the eye of the moon
Shadowspawn, dark colours and shapes
Attavic obsessions in my lucid dreams
In somnolence dive in the remains
The wine for bewitchment casting illusions
Shrines of the non-being
Herald the powers of darkness
Mirror, twilight of consciousness,
let us leap to the other side
let us reach throught the illusionary vision
the empty essence from the fantasy of the existence
Lift the veil... Reveal...
The blind eye turns to the eye of the moon
In somnolence dive in the remains
The wine for bewitchment casting illusions
Shrines of the non-being
Herald the powers of darkness
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Volto à luz, mas o enigma se mantém.
Ervas negras tomaram a Torre em meio ao sono.
A Flor Lilás cobria as muralhas titânicas.
O avesso de Uranos descia, sobre a Terra.
O raio curvou-se em espirais e labirintos,
A serpente nua enroscada na Santa Cruz
Oculta o veneno sob a manta do inocente.
Maya... Kali... um leito podre de ossos.
Outra vez estava entre a neblina densa,
imerso no jogo de natureza sombria.
A deusa da morte, de tantos nomes, nos vigia.
Sorve nosso sangue no sacrifício da raça.
Agora ergueremos o altar
onde a honra será violada
O sangue proclamava
O destino inglório de Átis
A lâmina reluz o rosto gelado,
sereno e farto de engano.
[ENGLISH]
I return to the light, but the enigma remains.
Black herbs took over the Tower in its sleep.
The Lilac Flower covered the titanic walls.
The reverse of Uranus descended, upon the Earth.
The lightning bent in spirals and labyrinths,
The naked serpent coiled in the Holy Cross
Hides the poison under the blanket of the innocent.
Maya... Kali... a rotten bed of bones.
Once again I was in the thick fog,
immersed in the game of dark nature.
The goddess of death, of so many names, watches over us.
She sips our blood at the sacrifice of the race.
Now we will raise the altar
where honor will be violated
The blood proclaimed
The inglorious fate of Attis
The blade glistens the icy face,
serene and full of deceit.
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