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Human scarecrows hanging
In the fields of nothingness
Crucified
Circled by hallowed stones

Silvery figures swivelling in the night wind
Rejoicing
Set loose for just a moment
Dancing naked under the milk white moon

As I swim trough the great whril of the sea
The swords of men incise me
Rusty needles crawl under my skin
And the salty licks my aching wounds
I let it flow as one with my blood
Bearing the pain
For i must find the passage
The gateway to the land of the dead

The heavens rise high above the North Star
Scorching vortex shakes the pillar of the sky
The whirl draws me deeper and deeper down
I deel the screams of a million souls
And in the heart of the disc of the earth
The gateway
The gateway

I let it flow as one with my blood
Bearing the pain
For i must find the passage
The gateway to the land of the dead

In the womb far above
He grew, the pale white one
The son of the moon

Through the whirl he flew
Escaped his own doom
The son of the moon.

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