7 magi

Through Ataraxia, which reigns in our souls
Through dogmatism and rigorism in hearts of men
Away from icon lamps entails uncharted power
And someone's constant call rings in your heart again

Colour with the blood clean and virgin parchment
And go to the dawn after seven magi

You will forget your old theodicy in no time
So let them burn you, let them anathematize
You will become the punishing spear-hand of fate and glory
Cause through the red dawn lies your path

Colour with the blood clean and virgin parchment
And go to the dawn after seven magi

Colour with the blood clean and virgin parchment
And go to the dawn after seven magi



Credits
Writer(s): Andrey Turkovsky
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