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Vapours of malice and ill-will we breed |
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up to the Astral Light they steam |
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as hails of pandemia they'll soon return |
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battering the race of human worms |
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The great crusher of worlds |
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demolishing with us as Thy tools |
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unstable sinister element |
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force omega to the ways of fools |
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Beyond the tangible shroud |
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the black waters cease not to stir |
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The great architect of worlds |
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constructing with us as Thy tools |
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the vital fire of rebirth |
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force alfa to the aeons of Truth |
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The raging waves of Fohat |
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ride over our dimensions |
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and we are the rocks that they carry |
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the mass of the primitive oceans |
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once set the process in motion |
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The march of chaos - alliteration to order |
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Beyond the tangible shroud |
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the black waters cease not to stir |
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The raging waves of Fohat |
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ride over our dimensions |
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and we are the rocks that they carry |
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the mass of the primitive oceans |
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once set the process in motion |
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No shackle of any mundane rule |
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can or will chain us still |
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for we are the ones to quake this world |