Cobra Priorat - THE SCHISM
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"Whence do you come slayer of men, or where are you going, conqueror of space?
What binds me has been slain, and what turns me about has been overcome,
and my desire has been ended, and ignorance has died.
In a aeon I was released from a world, and in a Type from a type, and from the fetter of oblivion which is transient.
From this time on will I attain to the rest of the time, of the season, of the aeon, in silence."
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Cobra Priorat