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letra de crystalmoors - thy serpent


i do profound the death,
inside which it weakens me.
not mine acting does it cause
…it is in fear.
but blindness thou see in every mortal –
dreamlike thought,
including in me.

beheaded i am,
greedly waiting besides thine grotesque being.
for a saviour of this soul
had it even ever been?

thou all art but blind fruits,
in mine created bowl;
only feeling my hunger to thine flesh,
as stars have come old.
it is a desolate night in me again,
so i was told.
carried i did the shadow alone,
to these crystalmoors.
with a bare arm and drop of blood
…as i do recall.

my reasons for vast profoundness,
are deepen far away.
by the shimmering light of the “ill-face”
i do stand pale and tall…
wandering about in darkness questioning myself
was there ever a day at all?