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Angelic Fabrications - Tomb Mold
Composed by：Tomb Mold
Dream and immaterial align
Other lives have lived here
We are only tools of the spirit
With no memory of life without its essentia
Essentia essentia essentia
Is my sense distorted
Is power for its own sake what we desire
All that is visible is plagued by death
Turn your eyes away from yourself
To disturb the peace of even the dead
As if in a play of breath
Spectralised androgyne
Enthralled in the violent ether flow
Challenge the curse of forever
A single memory grows to occupy your mind
Place our eternity in the hands of chance
The mind is incorruptible protected by the prevailing ways
I know your form and I know your image
Between them nullity
Finality broods upon the things that pass
Why do we change
I wonder
