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Shivers herald an upcoming possesion |
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The urges to create set us ablaze |
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Demonic art sacrificed to the night |
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A monument of malicious sonority |
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The most precions gift for the everlasting cycle |
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For the beginning and the end |
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For the comprehensive darkness |
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For master Satan and ourselves |
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Millions of unsignificant existences |
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Exceeded by our tones supreme |
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Melodies older than mortality |
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Enormous as death itself |
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The chosen ones have command of the language |
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That needs neither mouth nor words |
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Our minost soul transformed into notes |
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We are element as well as entirety |
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So what is paradise if not hell |
