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The frozen has lain forlorn too many ages |
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Wasting away in the crucible of space |
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Drawing down the hallowed darkness |
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Arms outstretched embracing ecstacies of hate |
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Black solstice |
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Somber wings extinguish the sun |
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Nocturnal unfurling |
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Quenching stars one by one |
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Vomit war crush the sacred heart of kindness |
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Unholy raven spawned from dying dove of peace |
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Freezing the light expunge the furnace flames |
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Adoration of the prophetic release |
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My immolation the final comet |
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The hammer of damnation strikes |
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Pounding the earth my anvil |
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My life is to kill the light |
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Find solace in the fact that |
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Our pestis lays waste in both houses |
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Neither blind reverence or stark denial |
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Will alter the discipline of sterile beauty |
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That follows in the wake of the prophetic sign |
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And the deification of the strike of mailed fist |
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As cleansing chaos steals the light |
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The majestic darkness feeds |
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My life is to kill the light |
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The frozen has lain forlorn too many ages |
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Wasting away in the crucible of space |
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Drawing down the hallowed darkness |
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Arms outstretched embracing ecstacies of hate |
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Black solstice |
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Somber wings extinguish the sun |
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Nocturnal unfurling |
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Quenching stars one by one |
