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- Paths Untrodden

 

Paths untrodden
Hic omnia habet Mors!

Fierce
Pestilent
Depraved
Nature!

Their sons they sign
Their sons they sign
All of them

On untrodden paths
The matter is chasing you
God

Balm of oblivion
Torch be in his hands
Reveal a foil to him
Insode is the expedient

Close your eyes and rush
On untrodden paths
Reel into the dusk
There's nothing to lose
To find her

And take her two hands
Unbind the leaves of her palms
Do paint her second dawn
By colours so panting

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