Ixion's Wheel - Process | Текст песни

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The works start to creak, this relic slowly rebirths
Burning, thanks to flames of darkness.
The clang hammers, once... twice... again and again
Sounds like a procession, an insane fatality.
As a demoniac clockwork, the wheel begins its process.
Rusted mechanics give it some tugs
While the wheel brace is turning on again & again.

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