Aenaon - Navel | Текст песни

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• Aenaon
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I hear the woe
the crown of nature's filth
The endless source
the force of Navel’s realms

The Navel of the world, the center of silence
a dynamic source of hate and decay
Universal Rage
like a vortex with never ending flames
A fount of Gnosis in our hands...

Exiled for Aeons like a slave without his birth
a heart of nothing in the center of the Earth
The resurrection of the Cosmic holocaust
A sign of a universe beneath the human kind

A blessed ground with the energy of Gods
an equilibrium of present and past
Sophisticated themes for the next arrival
a cryptic dimension that centralizes...

The whole of ion soil... the ebon fields of Nemesis
A mouth of holiness between the spheres of Hades

I hear the woe
the crown of nature's filth
The endless source
the force of Navel's realms

The balance of the cross, a sacred dimension
a systematic revolution of storms
The Intercosmic creation
as the oxygen imbued the Eternal Source

A sign between the eldest realms
a cyclone with the force of Hell
The infernal devotion
a land that was blessed with curses from the space

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