Palindrome - Aenaon

Suddenly life turns around

from the blackened interior sky

A race full of empty bounds,

a dream without the old and dark seraphim eye

A trail of forsaken souls

Doomlight

Nightsource

The journey of spirituality

It’s always the pain that floats to the ground

A masquerade of eternal…

Dawncrest

Mistdome

The loss of depressed morality

Coldborn

Oathbounds

The centuries of mankind withered again

Fear and time

The perfect rhyme

The crumbling walls come forth for the palindrome

for the palindrome

The ageless why

Spirits from far away

The sorrow with a sigh will swallow all the gales

For the palindrome

Where the breaths sedate,

Bent the mortal bow (of sins)

A structure of escape

Will set mankind in hate

downfall and pure decay

Who will unlock the lands beyond our death

And who will crush the gate of the chains

Behind the speechless doors dreams watch and break

Fear and time

The perfect rhyme

The crumbling walls come forth for the palindrome

for the palindrome

The ageless why

Spirits from far away

The sorrow with a sigh will swallow all the gales

For the palindrome

Creep through the gates

Where comets with fiery trails

Embrace the divinity

Stargazers of life and death

All heavens are sealed

Dwellings near urns

A small vessel in abyss

Thin hands are reaching for the flames

To enlighten (the godsend race)

The seasons do not change for the mass

begotten and blessed are all the sufferers

All the fields lie above the empty world

springing up from tombs and then they fall

and they fall, at the end of the beginning

in a life’s palindrome, palindrome

Into the night it chases the fire across the shadows

pointed so far, and wide in life’s torch

The souls sleep, over the reflection

of the wanderer’s times and wars

The idols, foreshadow

the plague and wrath of incarnated leaps

Spacetime

Wrathvine

Devotion of ethereal zone

Frostrite

Mournhymns

the stars of inhuman throne

Bloodscars

Galestars

the future drowned, hopeless and weak

Graverush

Thornblast

into the whirlpool of cyclone’s life

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