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4Th Dimension The White Path To Rebirth

: Wrath, born unto deceit and hate, black child of fate, now rule supreme Fire, counsellor of vehemence, cleanser of sins, sweep over me Till my judgement

of grief I?m probing into my soul, Prey to the shades that bind me to dwell under eternal night? My world torn asunder, I walk a dark path No beacon

: The mirage of Light in the distance, yet dark clouds loom on us Streaming Chances, tides eternal, stretch between still unformed? (Feeble in silence

look inward and see? Velvet light, a Poet?s dusk that mirrors on the ocean Foaming waves of blue-dye diving on white shores Could withered wings try

of doom My road is long, the end so vague, I?m praying to be true All around a world of ice, so cold and torn apart I?m trailing on a path of old forsaking

for the heavens (Conscience) Dark mortal ages will not drain my soul (Me) Though years of fighting eluded your searching (Conscience) The path has been laid, a new dimension

Keeper of my past, a friend that would never turn her back, Sister beloved you were to me? Companion of my youth, reflection of my soul, An angel from

perfumed breeze, warmth on my skin, iced winterland gone The arching of the higher dome, night kneeling to the grace of a new dawn On birches white,

Wrath, born unto deceit and hate, black child of fate, now rule supreme Fire, counsellor of vehemence, cleanser of sins, sweep over me Till my judgement