Philosophy of Ages...
Yards of shadow, glass of mirrors In which the world had went out The cry of Ulysses will Make the rock's heart sing... Track of ages will suppress A mute voice And the dead, the dead will come The dead will come… Tortures of fear will rot with doom And burg the emptiness of thoughts Pain, only it will purify us… And the dead, the dead will come… The dead will come… Tortures of fear will rot with doom And burg the emptiness of thoughts In nakedness of crossed lines Keg for mercy Blood, only it will purify us… And the dead, the dead will come… And the dead, the dead will come…
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
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Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
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