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Infernal regions filled with souls, |
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No hope of resurrection. |
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Well kept in this dark surrounding, |
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Left to cruel subjection. |
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But the King of |
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Glory, spreading light, draws near |
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To give salvation and to dispel all fear. |
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He came to release and save |
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Those lost and burning souls that crave... him! |
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The Prince of |
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Death and his |
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Prince of |
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Hell Exercise their godless might. |
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In a permanent state, state of darkness |
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All their pieces of mankind. |
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The Lords of |
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Hell commence to quarrel |
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On Satan's sentence, sentence of death. |
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Their sombre impious, impious dominion, |
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Subjection lies ahead. |
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The bringer of light approaches them, |
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Trampling on the |
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Prince of |
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Hell. Sets him under the reign of |
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Death And leaves the |
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Princes to themselves. - to themselves. |
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Infernal regions filled with souls, |
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No hope of resurrection. |
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Well kept in this dark surrounding, |
