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Beyond gods pestilent grace |
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Obscured by light his spawner dwells |
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Hidden but soon to be found |
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Beyond shrouds of fading life |
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All fires leave reeking ashes |
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Not only glow that shines |
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And the dawns you've blessed shall be cursed |
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A thousand times |
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Clean the mirrors from the dust of |
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God And nothing shall be there |
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For you are to weak to turn the key |
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Chained to life by fear |
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Oh, as solitude awakes |
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Razorsharp it shines |
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Reflections in your gazing eyes |
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For the first time burnt by sun |
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Each dawn rising in plaugeous glory |
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And touches the withering ground |
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Shall feed your agony fires |
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For your truth has now been found (Feel the power Bow down like the servant you are For great evil flows through your shells) |
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A fall from grace |
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Yet a rising in glorious ashes |
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The gate lies chrushed |
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And the key to life has melted (A path will open And wrath will enter I rejoice in silence Suffering is the key to the world of the beast) |
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Each dawn rising in plaugeous glory |
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And touches the withering ground |
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Shall feed your agony fires |
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For your truth has now been found |