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Sources To Agonies... Through the mirror of the soul I'm staring deep within.. To see what dwell behind the wall The beauty of pale skin.. The aura that surrounds me Is not of noble kind.. The blackness of the heart Is all that's left to find.. A dark river runs silent through my life Like a floating nemesis.. A dark shadow of what that used to be Drift's now in lifeless misery.. Live only to witness what I've become Midnight is my shallow home.. Soon to enter the last deed of mine I'm forced to follow the streaming bloodline.. When the wine of life is shed.. And dark cosmic space consume I bring the memories back from the dead.. Sources to agonies, a devouring monsoon ....