Tomorrow I’ll feel the warmth,
Tomorrow I’ll dream,
Walk a straight line,
Answer myself,
Tomorrow I’ll untie me.
Pulling from Gorgoroth,
Facing avalanches of screams,
Burn the parchments of elegies,
Slaying the demons,
I will escape the cursed proximity.
To face, to live, to the uncertainty,
I’ll play the damned again,
Re-enact the part raped from me,
“Encore!”
“Encore!”
“Encore!”
I can’t sleep again to dream…
My apologies,
Tomorrow I’m not free.
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