You think that this night will be the last
The loathsome details of this tranquility
Beyond from the last frontiers of the mother earth
All of a sweat bodies and black murky shapes, ooh-yeah
Recollections and dirges mangled by the time
They all worships of this crude religion
After every dawn, hoping for a rainbow
That may have come
Shadows which you cannot feel
Macabre apparition
Like a flight of dead swans
Macabre apparition
Unable to see the forest for the trees
Liberation which is not an illusion, it will be forever there waiting
You think that this night will be the last
The loathsome details of this tranquility
Beyond from the last frontiers of the mother earth
All of a sweat bodies and black murky shapes
Macabre apparition
Like a flight of dead swans
Macabre apparition
Unable to see the forest for the trees
Macabre apparition
Like a flight of dead swans
Macabre apparition
Unable to see the forest for the trees
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