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Omnia
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Asot 1017 - A State of Trance Episode 1017 (DJ Mix)
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The world of man is ogreish; what might justice be? Resist it before you ask that, oh flower of vice Keep your eye on eyes that behold dreams of hypocrisy Without being able to distinguish between life and evil The light is extinguished, and like an embryo You slumber in the womb of darkness Solitude: that is what is precious It shall surely become your sole friend One by one, smeared with blood You were born into this era O, you chosеn princes Battle: that is your celеbratory throne Ah, I am the beautiful omniscience The loving mother who birthed you Those reared on my milk are The brethren of hell The mudra of revelation; what might truth be? The seeds of concealment buried away without knowing that Bare your blade to blades that are drawn double-edged Believe only in those whom you must protect You will release yourself the way you are Shower in the screams of the agony of death In this overripe world Mutilate those of your feelings that are understood A flock of corpses that simply breathe That is what you have trampled It is simple to to take pity, but It is scooped out without hope of salvation The path of the one who betrays Ah, I am the beautifully elegant virtue The mother's love that nourishes you That which continues to ripen in my belly Are they grotesque wings? The key to prison; might truth exist? Though I seek it, there is no end to the cage of chaos Touch your hand to hands that shoot arrows of judgment Lies and truth shall fold, twist and intersect You will lust after yourself until day breaks Prosper and bloom Without ever hurrying towards your fall The mudra of revelation; what might truth be? The seeds of concealment buried away without knowing that Bare your blade to blades that are drawn double-edged Oh, believe only in those whom you must protect The world of man is ogreish; where might justice be? Bloom with pride rather than asking that, oh flower of vice Keep your eyes on eyes that behold dreams of hypocrisy There is no church for either life or death You will make self-sacrifice to yourself at the final moment Embrace everything, and attain enlightenment