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(music by bartsch - november 93)(poems by bartsch - october 93)
In coldness of my dark bowela yell after mercilessnessbequeaths a trace of eternal destructionto my decency
Uneven throbbing shadowfirestreams with raised melancholythrough twisted channelsof my forbode grief
In the black stormsof my mental agonythe deliverance ripensin form of a godless dusk
The faceless ancientgrasps with stony miminginto the cradle of mercyand severs the blood stained flag
But still it seems to methat the lightbringerspreads a shining shroudover the shadow beingof an owl which died in chains
As the rock in me bursts asunderthe round dance of the colouringgrows up in my twilight
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