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Touch the skies, inside the deep,
Go down, not to drown fully
We are the Abyss ones,
We found the glory and the end of all,
Run away and find the path to the chosens.

" we are dead and burried away,
Inside the moon castle in the highest skies,
Fight the gods,
fight the destiny,
What was given to you without your eyes."

Skies are hatching the spiders web in the nights,
Billion eyes are watching the lifes on the ground, slowly raising the hands upon our hearts.

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