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Anima Inmortalis

On the edge mental sanity, witness of our own diseased Paying the price of going aimnesly breath stop stoping our way to be. Strings that flow inside

I took you for granted I believed you to be mine And the Love you planted Made me act the concubine Fear was covering ground Destroying your desires

[Aooa ?a?iiai eana] In the fog of the lifeless dusk black apparitions of the past arise. Fly as a flaming storm the bloody shades of the eternal thoughts