The World Lyrics
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Ailing cries
Astray in time
Concrescence
The burning essence
The end summons
The four corners of our souls
The Mother
A bridge to the Other
March into the mandala
The World, the eternal whole
Concrescence
Astray in time
Concrescence
The burning essence
The end summons
The four corners of our souls
The Mother
A bridge to the Other
March into the mandala
The World, the eternal whole
Concrescence