I kick the fertile earth and, wearing a dagger at my side, dance a sacred dance There in the primera (2) throne sits the sunburned “King of Haze” the sunburned “King of Haze”
I stab the goat in the back, dyeing it red Flowers fall into that skillful performance, and more than 300 pairs of eyes open wide The sacrifice awakens The voices of the people call to the flames The voices of the people call to the flames
The blood burns, and in between the water and the rising flames, the aeonian gears of Paranesia begin to turn (3)
A 3.3 second long drama Within that origin’s arcanum, beyond dreams, and absolutely everything ordinary, is a spirit in the form of that shadow The sunburned “King of Haze” The voices of people call to the flames
Paranesian Circle Circle Circle… (4)
The gears turn Inevitably and abruptly this nightmare (5) of ecstasy swells to a climax Devouring depletion, spewing abundance, it rains hopeful light (6) into the vessel of death Is it the paradise (7) of the fire’s flame, or the motordrive of a holy wheel?
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Even smooth speech becomes grim sobbing The sacrifice Beyond dreams A quiet, nameless successor Rising Falling Rising Falling Is it the paradise of the fire’s flame, or the motordrive of a holy wheel?
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