Two Dead Eternities

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Screaming Into The Dispersed Ether, This Last Shattered Wound Drips And Steals Musically Along, Echoes Infinite Against The Slant Breeze, Screeching Beyond Knowing. Our Saviors Have Grown Tired. A Thousand Enchanted Heavens Wrapped In The Ruins Of These Sightless Times, Crystal And Bloodred, A Dream Of Abandoned Creation.