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Through myself one can reach the place of eternal suffering, |
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Through myself one can reach the night that is not followed by a morning, |
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Through myself one can reach the cursed bastards of one's mother-country... (**) |
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Who knows the mysterious place, |
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Where it lies forgotten, |
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Covered with a layer of the whole millennium's dust |
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And still waiting and waiting... |
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Who finds it and use it, |
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Will become the |
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Lord of the |
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World, The |
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Central Point of |
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Magic Is conjured in it.... |
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I have been looking for it for whole |
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Ages, I am close, very close now, |
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I can feel its power and force, |
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My black blood is boiling... |
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I know it is waiting for me, |
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We are tied together with a bond, |
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Bond of dark anger, |
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Cruelty, passion and victory... |
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When I seize it with my hands |
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And say the |
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Words, Then the |
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Galaxy contracts, |
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Then be in fear, you... ... you disgusting, you stinking! [(**) Dante, Inferno.] |
