The sickle of death bends the sky
Cold, cold, lifeless
Eternal emptiness above
Mulky earth below
Black shadows of the night, cloaks of space
Stealing the light
The tinkling bells of the horn
And sings a chill
Rumbles like my blood in the rapids
When terror breaks the stillness
Moveless, very still
Under the raven-black clouds
Rise up from under the tree stumps< br/>Damn whips, streaks of ruins
They slip a hole with their tongue
I sink to the ground with my limbs paralyzed
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The sky opened above me
Sky black clouds rolled around in a circle
Hands tied, chest against the ground
Eyes in the place of a big snake in the sun
Branches of the Holy Pine
Cut into a prune
br/>From the root of an ancient trunk rises
A great unknown figure
Purgatory in its eyes
Thunderstorm in its voice
The earth under the trees glows
Are you a god or the antichrist?
Hands tied, chest against the ground
Are you god or antichrist?

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