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In the swamp shaded of the black wizard
ends the gnostic dance of the seasons,
breathes the memorial to the past
with the ancestral mist of the abyss

The dream is the impervious depth of the forest
through the lonely wolf

I´m the last word in the language of the winter
and meanwhile the nocturnal brook
watches the transition of the spirit
my entrails deepen in the storm

Through the nostalgic call of tragedy
defines the cosmic key of the black sanctuary

And with the mystic sound of the dark time...
Beyond the affinity morbid of the hate
contructes the ochre
in the oniric embrace of fear

I have arrived here to revere our deads
And meanwhile I watch the black tree
the grief of winter remains

The fury of ours battles startled the twilight
when our blood ran pure
by the brooks of the gloominess

And I await the rain now
The obscure fox betrays the coldness of the cypress
In the glades of the forest we watch the expressiveness of death
and nothing make to foresee the storm

Upon the silent water shatters
the twilight cerulean of the firmament

The rage whereupon were written this words
leaves no place to the wretchedness
The tragedy knows this lands

The dream is the impervious depth of the forest
through the lonely wolf

I´m the last word in the language of the winter
and meanwhile the nocturnal brook
watches the transition of the spirit
my entrails deepen in the storm

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