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Behold, the skull-bearer - |
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The one who illuminates the sacred balance, |
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He has returned, |
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Black stars mark his way through the eons - |
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Lie down and he will sever your ties, |
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His dance - the movements that lack directional Orientation, in trance - |
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The intensity of ecstatic stimulation, |
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Immersed in frenzy - |
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Submerge and feel the pure, unrestricted force, |
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Feel the force vibrating through spirit, |
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Re-behold the black stars, |
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For they embody the essence of thunderbolt |
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Behold, the architects - |
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The creators of passages |
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That connect all the spheres and worlds, |
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Like swirling hexagrams above the skull-bearer - |
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The absolute halo is awakening, their dance - |
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The diversity of movements that pierces all the Limitations, in ecstasy - |
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Penetrate through the somnolent flames that form |
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The circle of bliss immersed in frenzy - submerge and Feel the pure, unrestricted force, at last, |
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Touch the trident and feel yourself as a skeleton |