O Desvelar da Noite

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Eu Acredito 
O Deus das Moscas 
Já permeia em nossas mentes

Sob a lua cheia
O apocalipse é pronunciado
E aqueles que da fonte da vida beberam
Serão amaldiçoados com a verdade
E com as 11 cores do inferno

Cosmos e Caos, Entendimento Vital
Aquele que desafiar a segunda 
Será lançado ao temido dragão 
Que devorará a sua alma
E aquele que se unir á primeira
Será ofertado com os segredos
Que os nossos olhos 
Jamais desvelaram

O seu corpo continua a aprofundar-se
Nas nossas preciosas carnes
Somos apenas estrelas 
Que tiveram o prémio 
De nesta dimensão e tempo 
Desabrochar e Resplandecer

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