Holes in the chalice of the old
Split the void of nothingness wide
Welcome to drink then to chafe
The black desires for the castaway
A slunk light from the gap of power
Has forced the sleeping charm
To declare a war against gloom
To taste the fruits of their dark
- Gaze long enough into overwhelming black -
A rising chagrin from the abyss
Burnt all the books they've found
They became weaker than they must have
And the ashes filled their gap
As always as that ancient belief
“There's no way back” has been assured
So they usurped their greyish blue
Then turned on to the fair black
- If you found any crown, it will be all yours -
Split the void of nothingness wide
Welcome to drink then to chafe
The black desires for the castaway
A slunk light from the gap of power
Has forced the sleeping charm
To declare a war against gloom
To taste the fruits of their dark
- Gaze long enough into overwhelming black -
A rising chagrin from the abyss
Burnt all the books they've found
They became weaker than they must have
And the ashes filled their gap
As always as that ancient belief
“There's no way back” has been assured
So they usurped their greyish blue
Then turned on to the fair black
- If you found any crown, it will be all yours -
Why in checkmate the game is over?
And who is the winner after a spectacular draw?
So what is the price in losing?
Why do things happen twice or more?
And where the hell is it?
So hail the masses of the old
Who drank from the chalice they never saw,
Till they got drunk and asked for
Whatsoever from whom never said a prayer
To stop being shaken
Majestical soldiers of corvee, they marched
And vowed the oath of their ironical myth,
Lost their fight and their everything
Their furies are worth to be dead for
But sir, everyone is dead out there
Sociological conspiracies
Are foretelling memories
Woe to all their false beliefs
And their mighty impurities
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