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A Seeker Of Truth Looks Beyond The Apparent And Contemplates The Hidden.

No More Words. In The Name Of This Place We Drink In With Our Breathing, Stay Quiet Like A Flower. So The Nightbirds Will Start Singing.

One Of The Marvels Of The World: The Sight Of A Soul Sitting In Prison With The Key In Its Hand.

No More Words. Hear Only The Voice Within.

I Want A Trouble-maker For A Lover, Blood Spiller, Blood Drinker, A Heart Of Flame, Who Quarrels With The Sky And Fights With Fate, Who Burns Like Fire On The Rushing Sea.