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Spirit's molecules floats in the cosmos |
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(while) the dead white man stand upon his burning bed |
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Death used its dices one time more and he ****ed us all! |
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and the gates are open |
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Spirit's molecules floats in the cosmos |
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(while) the dead white man stand upon his burning bed |
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death used its dices one time more and he ****ed us all! |
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and the gates are open |
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[Cultoculus & M. Fabban chorus:] |
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Bellum omnium contra omnes |
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Bis vincit qui se vincit in victoria |
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the Container is empty |
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the spirit start to explore the never ending valley |
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where the dead-man walking touch the sun |
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Strong is the Karnix cry coming from the Vril |
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Refugium Peccatorum |
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peccatorum! |
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Air is dirty.. radioactive and cold |
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Millions and millions of candles |
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Millions and millions of dead |
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echoes from the terrestrial surface |
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digital vibes, electric impulses and grey lights |
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generated from the earth's vomit |
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and the dead white man is walking |
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immortal? down? |
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...when illusions lives through its vis logica |
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giving back to earth a useless projection |
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While the dead white man stand upon his burning bed |
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everything is moving down |
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in the meanders of the Planet Satan!! |
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Good and Evil's assemblage |
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velocity and chaos |
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they can combine!!! |
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The world is his representation |
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the dead white man is not in the world |
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the world is inside him. |