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Hie hence, be gone, away |
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Dividing clouds reveal the day |
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The dawn has broken from the dark |
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And thou must leave my lair, so hark |
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It was I who rode the demon wings |
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That pierced their joyful purity |
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At night my spirit lonely sings |
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And feasts with bloodstained prophecy |
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As thoughts wage war beneath my skin |
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They leave bleeding wounds within |
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Last drop of blood, the ruin of gods |
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Combine in the prophet's heart |
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So speak, be heard |
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Let sickness paint this earth |
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Behold, stand bold |
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Abide to witness the rebirth |
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As I march through this moonlit realm |
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I fell these torments overwhelm |
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For cosmic soul would now exhale |
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Its demons upon this earthly veil |
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It was I who rode the demon wings |
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That pierced their joyful purity |
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At night my spirit lonely sings |
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And feasts with bloodstained prophecy |
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But living is swinging between life and death |
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False values that surely would steal your last breath |
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I stood on the shore counting stars upon my head |
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A victim I was, constellations |
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I shed Now virtues wept in pain |
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Their prophecies were so bloodstained |
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He spoke, was heard |
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And demise fled away before this howling curse |
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In pouring rain |
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I drench myself |
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And let it wash away the pain |
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For life escaped from my own veins |
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As call of god conquered this race |
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It was I who rode the demon wings |
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That pierced their joyful purity |
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At night my spirit lonely sings |
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And feasts with bloodstained prophecy |
