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"Sharing the fate of kings, the unborn seek resilience.
Reaching for the stars without a spaceship
Hero, rich, free, without attachment or duty...
Subjugated before the dragon's eyes.
Friends flock from all over the world? Only for the horn of plenty.
Love has a thousand names and faces, a thousand laughs and a thousand carelessnesses without a tomorrow. Lilith's smile.
Lordly existence, spread wings, nebula song, epic symphony, grandiose ballad.
But no! Humility and patience are the straitjackets imposed... more deception. Patience is worthless, listen to the fire while it burns.

Meaning? There is none. Endless race between grey walls towards the ineluctable abyss, from twilight to twilight.
The creditor's cold knife at the throat: pay back every breath!
Hubris and naivety. Barbatos. The imagination between two cries, between two aggressions, between two losses of time, between two crises of rage to live. The hourglass runs out quickly, doesn't look for a grain that is worthwhile, transmutes it all.
It sinks the sand! Everything escapes, grief accumulates, the truth is salutary but hurts like two thumbs of steel in the belly.
The race towards nothingness accelerates. The playful door opens, the virtual is condensed power.
The black moon rises... Witchcraft of the spirits, invocation of words, of the dead and of images. A raft on the sea of monotony, a purple fire storm chases away the dullness. Nanaël Vovin, Stance Barbatos

Description
"Sharing the fate of kings, the unborn seek resilience.
Reaching for the stars without a spaceship
Hero, rich, free, without attachment or duty...
Subjugated before the dragon's eyes.
Friends flock from all over the world? Only for the horn of plenty.
Love has a thousand names and faces, a thousand laughs and a thousand carelessnesses without a tomorrow. Lilith's smile.
Lordly existence, spread wings, nebula song, epic symphony, grandiose ballad.
But no! Humility and patience are the straitjackets imposed... more deception. Patience is worthless, listen to the fire while it burns.

Meaning? There is none. Endless race between grey walls towards the ineluctable abyss, from twilight to twilight.
The creditor's cold knife at the throat: pay back every breath!
Hubris and naivety. Barbatos. The imagination between two cries, between two aggressions, between two losses of time, between two crises of rage to live. The hourglass runs out quickly, doesn't look for a grain that is worthwhile, transmutes it all.
It sinks the sand! Everything escapes, grief accumulates, the truth is salutary but hurts like two thumbs of steel in the belly.
The race towards nothingness accelerates. The playful door opens, the virtual is condensed power.
The black moon rises... Witchcraft of the spirits, invocation of words, of the dead and of images. A raft on the sea of monotony, a purple fire storm chases away the dullness. Nanaël Vovin, Stance Barbatos