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We who were lifted from the moral swamp of man |
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stand with eyes turned upwards and ashes on our wings |
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arose we like titans in this immense heat of power |
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that melted into creeks the shackles 'round our limbs |
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The blazing light of Satan with passion we adore |
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as there is not an emblem of wisdom more sublime |
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so pure in its essence that a shadow it casts not |
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but penetrates the body and the spirit alike |
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Once marked as His own... forever we now glow |
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Our anthems we sing to the Sun of million forms |
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for it is by His rays that illusions are dissolved |
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Unharmed we'll remain by the virtue of our oath |
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though fangs wound the flesh and venom fills the veins |
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In this garden where we blossom with fully opened petals |
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the things long forgotten are those about to dawn |
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and the tips of our branches that stretch ever inwards |
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reach through the veil of being to touch the face of Naught |
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On the path of Boundless Life... death means not demise |
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Our anthems we sing to the Sun of million forms |
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for it is by His rays that illusions are dissolved |
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How lost are they whose eyes never adapt |
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to the darkness that reveals the treasures of the Self |
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how cursed are they whose ears never adjust |
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to the silence that recites the words we once forgot |
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and how dead are they whose hearts never react |
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to the forces that transfix all dimensions with their call |
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Our anthems we sing to the Sun of million forms |
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for it is by His rays that illusions are dissolved |