Nine Circles Of Torture Songtext
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Always in motion
From some point
Nowhere
Unrelenting
Wave of being
A crimson mist
Drifting - falling
In becoming
Ending becoming
Essence
Embers of
Ancient wars
Blind will
To death
To be manifold
Nothing
Things end
From some point
Nowhere
Unrelenting
Wave of being
A crimson mist
Drifting - falling
In becoming
Ending becoming
Essence
Embers of
Ancient wars
Blind will
To death
To be manifold
Nothing
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