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Le De L'ange (Nocturnal Call Part 3)

[music: Abate/Canavaggia, Blachier]

a cradle of light
falling into hell at the sight
staring at this new
embraces me without desire

touched by the hand of
a as blind as me
I the stench of a putrid life
and suffering are but my fate

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

lies, surrounded by lies, just me why ?
why do we have to
our desolate fate as as we are born ?
we are puppets but who pulls the ?
dusk after we crawl like vermin
on a ground that we don't even
I live in a no-man's
a place by hypocrisy
the of god and men

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

ubi dicta...

I contemplate bereaved soul
and I see through this
a cradle filled passion
opening on a shadowy
poetry once by the innocent child
who praises spectral

all the perfumes the inner past
with the magenta sky
warp me to suffer my
dusk, I pledge my to thee
is my oath
innocence kneels down
the night
futility of enthrones
the bereavement of my
the quest for my desires
you preachers of the
the blood that I cum
come to me, ye darkness

thus, I reveal the coming raven the growing moon