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...Of Inexistency Lyrics

To suffer in real dreams
Setting up an insensatible ocular sensibility
The bruises disperses on an obscure mantle
Morbid figures close my frustration
I exalt the suffering
I carfy myself to the obscene fantasy
Formed by the reticule immersed in blood
Absorbs the lethargy which exceeds inside
The transcedency of life turns complex

Turned to the worshipness in the scrapping
The dawn turns black in front of the history
Perfect characters, afflicted convulse
Indenominated creations sacrifice themselves
Prophetised solemnity of the a***ogies
Divine themselves by stagnant apathetic forms
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Sphere of Nebaddon: The Dawn of a Dying Tyffereth (1996)
In the Forgotten Melancholic Waves of the Eternal Sea Celestial Dimensions Into Silence The Vastness of a Desolated Glory Slaves in the Imaginary Abyssal Line Erotic Voluptuousness of a Lost Feeling of Life Golden Bells From the Eternal Frost Mythological Cold Towers ...Of Inexistency A Portal to My Darkest Soul Sphere of Nebaddon