Beyond the silent storms, Where no one would dare to show a smile Beyond the poisonous veil That would asphyxiate a God.
There lies the fountain From which I drank the drop Sufficient to condemn me And give a home to my hate…
In the soul of this man, There’s a hole. Year after year it becomes darker… There, there is no God nor Satan… You are just… alone.
…Lux Occulta.
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