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When the stabbed Land languished
And lays on the sleepless cold violet

The dead spirits congregate hither
Spread over like trespass during love

We have seen what never exists
Dreamed in life and slept over the violet

Hist puissant wordsmith,
Stop writing our history
Have you seen an onslaught!
Overpassed in fain ?

As the circle coats all mortals
Demise takes everything
The atrocity of winter is aroint
And the violet is indict

Hist prithee wordsmith,
Please write our tales

In this day of our doom
We have reached the gates of insanity

Our crucifixion lays within us
We witnessed the martyrization and resurrection

And believed in those who passed away in vain.
Believed in those who died with no guilt.

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As Glorified Zanoubia reaches her final destination, pictures of sad gloomy lakes appear
Centuries have passed by and no one comprehend the price her city paid to endure this era
She refuses to leave, she is mortal, but she will last forever.

Centuries have passed by
The unending soul harvest
The land entice the wars
Treating agony with torments

Centuries have passed by
Her land is more subdued
Shredded and Stained in red
For she has vanished

As her ghost fades away
The gates of her crown were cracked
Nothing to see after doom
Spoiled the beauty in her heart?

She seeks the one to blame
The current death is innocent
Reflecting the ancient past
Images of old barbarian statues

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Na sira ieu passai de le patule
E 'ntisi le ranocchiule cantare.
Comu cantanu belle a una a una
Pariane lu rusciu de lu mare.

Lu rusciu de lu mare é mum forte
La flja de lu Re se da alla morte.

Lddha se da alla motte e ieu alla vita
La fija de lu Re sta se 'mmarita.

Lddha sta sc 'mmarita e ieu me 'nzuru
La tija de lu Re me da nu fiuru.

Lddha me da nu fiuru e ieu na parma
La iija de lu Re sta bba alla Spagna.

Iddha sta bba alla Spagna e ieu in Turchia
La tija de lu Re é Ia zzita mia.

E vola vola vola palomba vola
E vola vola vola palomba mia
Ca ieu lu core meu, ca ieu lu core meu
Ca ieu lu core men te l'aggiu ddare.

We endure the madness
We have the nonchalance
We Confront the world
With recklessness
Life is the a great ark
Putting us on board
Not the shadows of edges
Not the remaining margins

We fall, intoxicated, memories ripening in our veins.
Hollowed in heart, futile, obsolete and falling with no pulse.
Fallen like burning angels, all gates of sky were blocked.
Abandoned by life, soulless, forgotten and defunct

When falling apart, we endure the insanity, not to survive.
For integrity, confronting with no lust and no hope
Bewitching and lost, we are sparkling and glowing in the sky.
Scattered we are and shriveled, Ashes falling from above.

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