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BELTANIE
FIRST SCREAM OF BOHEMIAN WINTER |
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Pagan Gods
Beings from outside are forever
essence of knowledge
archetype
an eternal fountain
glowing amber
delight.
The Gods still live in me.
Feeling the roots in soil and heaven
I am aware of
heritage
Alight from the thrones
through the gate of the age.
The Gods still live in me.
We are like the beasts
who wait for tomorrow
suddenly we arose
"nevermore in the shade"
I will feel again
savour of revolt
avoid me, I am saved
- Donation
you give to me
you give to me
... Pagan Gods.
Arise as fire
from a piece of coal
war, desire
stir to find your own.
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