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Earth and sea cower from my screams |
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As I climb into the skies |
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Atop sins towered heaven high for me |
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From whence I see no reason why |
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I should not smite with vengeance |
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And hurl thieves down from paradise |
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For storms before were as nothing more |
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Than a breeze next to this night |
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I am Methuselah of the Tribulation |
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The Moonchild come to harm |
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A riot of stars shaken from their station |
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The choking smoke of Jerusalem burning |
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Six vices become wrath |
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And though half-blind with ravening |
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Like Phineus now I see |
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The end declared from the beginning |
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Love won through my defeat |
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But now I fear I will never peer |
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On Her radiance again |
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I shall glimpse instead, the slurried red |
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Of faces pressed to bloodstained panes |
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Betrayed and played by God |
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Who alone but He |
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Scapegraced and goated me? |
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Now I wish to piss on His parade |
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Angels, clawed with burnished wings |
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Still loyal, kiss the seal |
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Bent on knees and harrowing |
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Promise overkill |
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Know that you shall die like whores |
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And the cries of your writhings shall rise |
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To please their Lord... |
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So before the sword |
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Side with me in slaughter |
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I am Methuselah of the Tribulation |
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The Moonchild come to harm |
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The spoken horns of desolation |
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Drink the pouring of my fury |
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Those darkened waters spur |
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The brink of war as my judge and jury |
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And rapist executioner |
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Our time is short, the horsemen ride |
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A foul-breathed chora howls, besides |
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Damnation and a day has passed |
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This divine right to genocide |
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Weld the gates to heaven shut |
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The abyss leers in hissing ruts |
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Unhilt the black grimoire of death |
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Inscribe all names that God has left |
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I lived the drams of nymphs and men |
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But now the nightmares come again |
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Now the nightmares come again... |