Old is the hour br/>Overflowing
Into the old nothingness and into the valleys
Shimmer on our forehead shore
To the original place
Where mar and moor only announce whispers< br/>Far away the wet bone and the sickle of the sky break:
Something cuts into being and
Tears the stone and
Into roots and swollen shadows
Tugs on the passage and blood and marrow< br/>A kingdom in frosty sleep
The earth whispers
The creatures join in a noisy chorus
The rotten birch trunk sounds
Into the old nothingness and the valleys
On Our forehead's banks shimmer
To the original place
Where mar and moor only announce whispers
To the original place
On animals and on the foreheads
Rides of the DÃ Twilight
A flickering of the eyes from madness
In the day's luminous paths silently upwards
Through the sky and into the night
And the night
And the night
Die a thousand deaths
Die and stare
Give birth with ether fire
the red

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