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Proliferhate
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Apologia Di un Povero Diavolo, Pt. 2
And that Gate
Dite's Gate
Longed City of our Pain
Lonely peace of our cold hell
We found ourselves smiling in this dark age
Nothing,
I hear nothing
Only sparks of grey flames
We thought we couldn't stand
This harsh dream.
We never thought
It could be
Didn't we,
My moon?
How much pain
Can a scream in an instant create
Step by step
I begin to forget
Gates are opening
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This is the story of a dark moon
That loves a bright star
Maybe we saw each other
For one last time
The gates are closed
The gates are closed forever
This is hell, messieurs
The worst hell
Is to forget
And never remember again
Forget your love
Forget everything
Nihil
Nihil est
Nihil tu
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