A spirited land of thorns
Preludium
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A spirited air dries my mouth
My harty flesh refuses obedience
Indistinct horizon - Earth without shape
And only wilderness - the desert and SHADOWS
They form themselves - from my nightmare
The worship of foreight deity-throwing flames
They hungers-burn with hate
Sowing diseases, epidemics and PLAGUES
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"The worship of foreight deity-throws flames
Burnt by bolt-twenty three sices"
Burnt towns-nobody aroid death
What a beautiful nightmare
A SPIRITED LAND OF THORNS