A early morn for the newcomers life
Struck across the drive of saints
The smiling god killing those with daggers
The only time he lives is the only time he breathes
A extra dose of the rare breed, mixed with leaves of fire
The moment of quiet symphonies scattered around the forests
Nobody listens to the night times prayer nobody listens to the night times melodies
The sweet tunes of three moons spread across the sky
New ways of life, new ways of love, new ways of luck
Walking around alone with no prayers
A lonely traveller with no distance
The next summers explode with no remembrance
The thrills of nothing, scream to the worlds heart
The substance of unity spread to you....
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