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There was a Devil in the cave,
under the waters discovered,
black and white, wings covered.
He was my Lord,I was his slave.

Wise men they were who stood around,
when my body levitated above
the ground,
hopeless, like I didn't own myself.
unknown, like I didn't meet myself.

And when they brought the mirror,
I saw his tongue out, he had laugh
like a madman in the bloody rain,
until he realised there is a chain

around his neck.

When it rains

there is a beauty in the rain:
God cries his own sins
maybe tomorrow,
he can come clean
we can come clean

and nature will strike us

There is a beauty in growing
- every little piece of our organism
orgasm in the universe
and eternity reminds us

how much time we have left.

Not much beauty left

There is not much beauty left
darkness is leaking from the ground
Land of the last warriors,
their hearts are their swords.

What has to be done to break the spell ?

Witches of this land are hidden
under the monuments and haze unknown ,
sneaks into the air with the strange magic,
we will never know, but we can feel.

There is not much beauty left in this world,
the one we have is our own,
she's been stolen from what we've seen
in our mother's eyes...