Under The Veil

White Ritual

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I let go, at the top, of the wind
Who mourns, the return, of man
Break in the darkest background
The veil of all that we have lost

They opened and catch all the lights in the sky
Crushed them no longer feel their heat
Crushed them no longer feel their heat

The world turns and blurs
They cut right
Through our veins fog is our secret
They picked up the dust from our soul

They opened and catch all the lights in the sky

The flowers are rotten
I want steep hills
To throw myself into oblivion