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I am now the raging fiend
Riding the wings of a frozen wind…
For the horizon beckons me forth.
Wanderer - without perception
Wanderer - without direction
Is it my fate, to roam the endless plains?
A dead world blazes behind
A dead world burns in my mind
And the flesh with it…
A spirit of the steppe
I became ethereal
I perpetuate digression
And the illusion
Of ascension…
In circles dimmer and dimmer…
To find, one must know what to search…
