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Eclipse – Belamor (The Flower Of Eternal Pain)

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Somewhere between the eternal abyss
And the never ending heaven
Between the wood smelling of needles
And the valley of oblivion
There is a place
Meadow colourfully covered with flowers
Flowers bathed in the morning dew
I can hear… they whisper among themselves
I can feel… they hunt… cruel hunt
Who is the game?!?
The shiver of delight pierces my heart
The spectre of fear tears my soul
I can see the beauty of some buds
They are full of amazing colours
So beautiful that each look causes pain
But I’m still looking
And cry bloody tears
I come closer and pick it
Burning heat inside of it – it’s venom
And blood on hands
I picked the flower of oblivion
I picked the flower of non-existence

SON YORUMLAR