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Lead me tortured dreams
Childhood of nights alone,
away endless years,
childhood as dry as stone.

From of confusion,
illusions blossoms have grown.
Even now in of sorrow
the doubt is sown.

My life's course is
decided by drawn
on charts of my days
and pathways I was born.

The

I the dust of a journey
that cannot be shaken
It lives deep me
For I breathe it day.

You and I are answers;
The earth of the past to flesh,
Eroded by Time's
To the we now possess.

Come of my breath and my substance,
and mingle our and our times.
In bright, moments,
Our reasons are in our rhymes.

The of Baba Yaga

Double faces dark
too loud but talk no sense
Yeah I see those smiling
Butter us up with smiling

Talk to raise the dead
Fate you know got fed
Trained apart from houses of
Whores and pick the bone

The Great of Kiev

Come forth, from fire
in life's fire,
born in fire.
forth, from love's fire

In the burning, of our yearning,
for to be.
And in there must be gain,
new life!

in, salty streams
and hidden seams
where the sun gleams.

They were, sent to the
Ride the of fate,
ride the of fate.
were, sent to the gates

In the all are yearning,
For to be.

no end to my life,
no to my death
is life.