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While wandering the heathen planes of Thule |
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A wind of the free, began moaning to me |
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Mournful whistle, an anthem forlorn |
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Ancient, hateful and mighty |
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So intense the spreader preached |
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That the insight became an answer |
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Win the battle of becoming |
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Be the ominous |
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In ridding a pest |
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Be the Belial |
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The grace of the raging is mine |
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And all the arts of being my master |
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Conspire all archaic evil |
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Dominate the dreadful souls |
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In ridding a pest |
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Be the Belial |
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And hem in the grandeur of yours |
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All heresies and heinous acts of the pagans |
