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Like athmosphere of redemption, done by me
The excitetement of death among us, loved by me
This clueless misanthropy in our mind, fallen apart by me
So beautiful, like The Pearl of November

Take thou children of mountainmist as your idols, feeded by me
Feel the instant pain of guietus in your soul, consummated by me
The poison of nightshade inside you, revealed by me
So guileful, like The Pearl of November

The dust of stars covers the sight of awareness
As sorrow it appears and pretends, pretending you
Whispering into your ear silently: "Can you feel the power of insanity?"
Combare insanity to your world, mainly and only, there's no difference

Mind and body, war-torn with enormous traumas and misery
From the warfields walking away, across the land towards home
You see white glitters, hitting your face, falling to the ground
As you them render, The Pearls of November

Only one ideology tells the true face of mankind
Only one among the thousands of worldviews
"Everything is nonsense, why do I even exist?!
If there's God, why none answers my prayers?!"

So deadly and betrayal, so incoherent and non-revealing
The Pearl of November