In the end of mundane travel made by humanity
Where the environment has turn dark, grey and gloom
Start your ascension to where the light dies
Where the space and time don’t have sense
Our mind creates cold and dark portal
Wood of crying souls
Dismal sounds are listened in your ears
Your eyes let pass the marks
That the memory is forgetting
The field of flowers now is full of blood
In front of you is the lake of souls
Wanderers ancestors forgotten by time
They are the reflect of your new existence
You must take your torch to continue
The old rites must be indicated
Under the stone below the crows
The wind blows the song of loneliness
The transcendence and the knowledge
Will rise the hidden power over you
To start your new state
You most remove the fear of weakness
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