Laur

The temple appeared in much aesthetic eye
As the weirdest step, reusing the other darkness
Hidden among the graves in the parlour of death
The world was all before him in the solitary hours
Lost in the widest blackest
Pushed by oblivion forces
Feel the wheel in vain
Entering the arduous marches
A parade of torches before the unknown
Futile struggle against the mental night
The wind whispered for days, storm after storm
Under a swolled sky marching through the void
Lost in the widest blackest
Pushed by oblivion forces
Feel the wheel in vain
Entering the arduous marches
Mans vagus vagus sine fines
In illa vara quoque quoque in imperio
O Domine, te adum coniama
Cum laudare te laetae vindicas
Ibis redibus non moriis in bello
The sword is in the chasm
In the jaws of eternityDie in the jaws of eternity
While all around the day dies
The banished soul wanders into the great lull
Eus vavum, vavum sine fines
In inlova eum oportem omnibus fedeum
O Domine, quidam contigentia
O cum ad partem præteritæ te
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