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Le Berceau De L'ange (Nocturnal Call 3)

[music: Abate/Canavaggia, Blachier]

leaving a cradle of
falling into hell at the sight
at this new chaos
life me without desire

by the hand of divinity
a wisdom as as me
I feel the stench of a life
lies and are but my fate

dropped in a field of hate
waiting for the to harvest
(my crop)
a tear that vanishes before touching the
I feel nothing, but my futility

lies, surrounded by lies, just me why ?
why do we to foresee
our desolate fate as soon as we are ?
we are but who pulls the strings ?
dusk dusk we crawl like vermin
on a ground that we even posses
I in a no-man's land
a place by hypocrisy
the of god and men

let the brew
and blow away
I hate this world, I god
I you

ubi dicta...

I contemplate bereaved soul
and I see through this
a filled with passion
opening on a coffin
poetry once spoken by the innocent
who praises sentiments

all the perfumes from the inner
entwined with the sky
warp me to suffer my
dusk, I pledge my to thee
this is my
innocence down towards
the temptating
futility of enthrones
the of my life
the quest for my desires
you preachers of the
feel the that I cum
come to me, ye darkness

thus, I reveal the coming raven under the growing