Behemoth – The entrance to the spheres of mars

Freedom – said IAnd then the sun set and the duskFell on my lifeTransformations and metamorphosesIt was what I experienced there, on the south of heavenI was striking with my fists at the heavens ceilingsToo low I fell, I did not reach the step-father`s neckAlthough his visage seemed so closeWith bony fingers I desired to clench the crown of thornsIn vain, I have trampled the paradisical flower of love

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