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Sick Of The Light

Amnion

Band/Artist: Amnion

Album: Cryptic Wanderings

I have nothing to worship here, because nothing has to be whorshipped, in the land where
the most baneful of all trees grew.
The silent cross had injured the light of my life, it found me and now I walk in the middle of the tempest.
Negative purposes, wich the swords of these words I have ripped out the densest hope of my heart.
I have left behind the impurity covered in a dead night.
The superior soul awoke in me!!!!
In the middle of forebodings which imbue me with terror!!!!
gross instincts rest , all llegitimate activity ceases in me,
and with it, all comprehension towards god, men and hope

When the air looses luminosity, when the moon sickle enter my weary dead eyes discouraged.
Now I feel so hostile
and dead.