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 Arcturus Arcturusблэк-металл

Ad Astra

I have everywhere sought,
and nowhere found
So I lift the bleedin' bodkin
And thrust the grief deepest in

The gleaming bodies of the infinite skies
Have for my spirit
The cold charm
Of death's welcoming eyes
In secret to my soul
They are Ideals of old.


Ad Astra / Arcturus

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