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I give you my hands to your work |
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I give you my eyes to see as you do |
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I give you my tongue |
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To speak your words |
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I give you my mind |
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That you may think in me..." |
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But it is not the face of Leviathan |
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Staring back from the mirror |
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Elusive serpent with eyes of the dawn |
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Is it not Luciferi that kisses |
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The tips of her fingers |
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Shining one among stones of fire |
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It is not the whisper from Belial |
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I shall exercise my right to be hateful |
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Cleanse the tired mind |
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Protect this fragile mind |
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For it falls upon me |
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To break the seventh seal |
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To break the seventh seal |
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"I give you my hands |
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To do your work |
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I give you my mind |
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That you may think in me... |
