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The seventh hell inside us impales and divides usAnd scatters our skin with the seedOf our deeds devoured, on other worlds showeredAs our demon celestials bleedThe seventh heaven's promise, the Gospel of ThomasThe Shahadat's secrets are savedAs the dead and the sleeping still fear a flesh reapingAnd gather their gold for the graveIn bonds of conscience respiration failsBlind suffocation proceedsBy floodwaters swallowed, the proprium of whalesShed these lung spires and breatheEyes end in flames and the brow settlesSunk cheek to jawLips forming shame and the mind's metalFloods one and allLaws of men lay claim to all those without shameWho enlighten themselves with the liesThat our souls are bound to the deafening soundsAs the megaphones fill up the skiesIn bonds of conscience respiration failsBlind suffocation proceedsBy floodwaters swallowed, the proprium of whalesShed these lung spires and breatheEyes end in flames and the brow settlesSunk cheek to jawLetras de cancionesLips forming shame and the mind's metalFloods one and allNo sacred sound remains unscathed despite the fallNo shouting shafts of light are savedNo demon's peace prescribed for pain to one and allNo foul façade left saving faceNine Eyes (Lamb)Nine eyes on the wild oneIn the heliosphere of the holy sunA skeleton of stone in reverence kneelsThrough translucent skin of steelAn offering of what was once our lives held highBound to these spheres by inherent soundOf hunger, of heart and cerebral crownWe're languid in the chains of daily strifeThat choke and chafe internal lifeThe undying in us stirs with each link these sounds meltdownAssail any altar aligned with any falteredDesign of material gainAnd we shall shed these shackles of shameFor the robes of what naked remainsWax wings for a venture in vain,Or the evolution of the alchemists aim?The element of man reduced to fleshA vessel of our consciousnessReborn within a cage that won't decay or dieAssail any altar aligned with any falteredDesign of material gainAnd we shall shed these shackles of shameFor the robes of what naked remains From Letras Mania