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Echoes of the black beast´s roar Fusion of blood and water Industrial changes´ pulse The black in eyes The pins in veins Parody of love Comedy in the lost century At a tail of the meaningless comet Cold eyes of icons As dreadful as all the darkest demons Shackles of grief Chains of would-be freedom Game of masculine Game of lust Unrest, emptiness Glowing flower, the moon and the stellar fields, Though with no respect to that magic harmony Pompous entry in future Suppression, abstraction Cold fingers of tomorrow Stiff emotions Refusal of the deeper sights Into our souls Needless tongue Escape, entrance Message to the world...lost