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We, the nocturnal few |
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bound by other laws |
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to the service of the enemies of god |
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are silent and hidden |
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yet our exquisite fire burns on |
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poised to engulf... |
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Tie a man to his god |
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he may not walk for fear |
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of falling foul to temptation |
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where once faith stood her ground |
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Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame |
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cast the fetid virgin back from where she came |
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drink deep of the promise in my eyes... |
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of mist and midnight skies |
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I drown in fathomless dreams |
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and in the reeking mire of virtue scream |
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I yearn to sell my very soul |
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(And you shall |
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for none so dark & sinister |
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will arise to embrace the Arts) |
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Do What Thou Wilt |
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until the stones in my heart stand still |
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regardless of the cost to your repugnant god |
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The last May frost may blight the crops |
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and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog |
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or nature, but infernal tasks... |
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'By your cursings and imprecations |
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you wrong both Man & beast |
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by whatever whim you serve |
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of the Devil your leige' |
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Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways |
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will be wrought to condemn thee |
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conspiring to cull the pagan ways |
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Twist back their lies, personify their needs |
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the war begins by Satanic decree |
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if Evil we be, we will our lives... |
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To mist and midnight skies |
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(I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) |
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Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league |
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and bring the host of the nazarene to their knees |
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breath the life of an entity never-born |
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darkness now descend in raven form |
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the words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread |
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Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me |
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I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet |
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raper of all my worldly enemies |
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Lycanthropy, please poison me |
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send acausal instincts crawling my brain |
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take me, Mistress, until perversion is fed |
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Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head |
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the cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs |
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for now we congregate where once my angel sang |
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That night they came and took her away from me |
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I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse |
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and to spit in the face of their... 'god' |
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We will ride again |
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in the midnight skies |