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Throes Of Dawn Binding Of The Spirit

wander these landscapes of the desperate dreams There is nothing that can fill the void of longing Immortalized by grief "In oaken chests we keep her dreams: binding her spirit

Deep traumatic illusions opens the gateways within Into the surreal Master's garden The hallway .. ::. :: leads to the chambers of Silence We would

screams through our souls With the vast storms it walks Proud destruction in human form "The last rainbow warrior is dead! Behold the rising of the furious dawn

Under the constellations of ruin Under the cruelest crescents to witness They march with the pearly tearflow following their path Hollow troops of Yersinia