Secrets Of The Moon - Miasma lyrics

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Let them have their final martyrium

Let them come with spear and lance

Let them impale

When all is gone anyway

Let them come with a greater smile

When all is over anyway

Hail miasma

Reigning and raging and raining

Leaving reality behind

Everywhere

There once was a colour

In galaxies blinding

Giving them a chance to foresee

There once was a circle

Behaving like insects in webs

Possessed by will

Not dead yet

There once was a field

In a desolate nation

A field with space for millions to come

There once was a funeral

With a guidance to understand