It is a castle of abyssic horrors
Where my soul now dwells
Vampiric creatures keep me company
As they feed off my remains
Discovery of the inner masochist
In old age and with a tempered heart
My ravens never left home
This skeletal Siberian dwelling
so long have been the years
Of searching and endless mediatation (sic)
That the effort now seems in vain
The gate of the sun burns so slowly
Discovery of the inner masochist
In old age and with a tempered heart
My ravens never lefthome
This skeletal Siberian dwelling
I reached the zenith of glory
In the farthest reach of the sun
To no avail, unsatisfied
Hunger persists to no end
so long have been the years
Of searching and endless meditation
An immense work of such small rewards
The gate of the moon disappears
Discovery of the inner masochist
In old age and with a tempered heart
My ravens never lefthome
This skeletal Siberian dwelling
I reached the zenith of glory
In the farthest reach of the sun
To no avail, unsatisfied
Hunger persists to no end

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