La sélection prophétique de ce mois de Juin et de cet été, succès annoncé pour septembre, le 28 précisément, retenez bien cette date chers novices 
I - White Lands Of Empathica
The end
The songwriter's dead
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white land of emphatica
of innocence
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The dreamer's and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widow, writer torn apart by chains of Hell
One less perfect verse
And still the same old song
Oh, Christ, how I hate what I have become
take me home
Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamers hideaway
I cannot cry cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I the whore for the cold world
Follow me, I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I the whore for the cold world
My home was there at last, these meadows of heaven
The venture filled days more with every smilling face
Please no more words
Those from the seventh hell
No more please tell me once my heart goes by
Take me home
Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray, to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more,
I cannot die, I, the whore for this cold world
Forgive me, I have but two faces,
One for the world,
One for God, save me,
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more,
I cannot die, I, the whore for the cold world
whore for the cold world
whore for the cold world
II – Hope
Sparkle, a scenery
With childlike I fall
With beauty underneath
The end, I'm free
Tuck me in,
Beneath the blue
Beneath the pain
Beneath the rain
Goodnight kiss for the Child in time
Swaying blade my lullaby
On the shore he sat and hoped
Under the same belief
Whose guiding light shows you
Shows you more
III - The Pacific
I'm afraid, so afraid of being raped again and again and again
I know I will die alone, but loved
You live long enough to hear the sounds of calls
Long enough to find yourself screaming every night
live long enough to see your friends betray you
For years stripped under the altar
Now I only have 3 minutes left
I just wish the tide
would catch me first
And give me death
As I've always hoped for
IV- Dark passion play
The morning dawn upon this altar
The remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came
Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray, to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more,
I cannot die, I, the whore for this cold world
Forgive me, I have but two faces,
One for the world,
One for God, save me,
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more,
I cannot die, I, the whore for the cold world
whore for the cold world
whore for the cold world
Today, in the year of our Lord, 2005
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world,
He stopped calling at the end of each peaceful day
the music he wrote, at the long pain, about silence
He was found, naked, dead with a smile in his face
And one thousand pages have eraised...
Save me
V- Mother & Father
They steal my son, your own
Oh when did you become so cold?
The blade will keep on descending
All you need is to feel my love
Search for beauty, find your shore,
Try to save the love, bleed no more,
You have such oceans within
In the end I will always love you
Larien
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La fin des Temps approche. 
