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"In the shadows of my gallow |
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I'd rather absent the hallow |
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(For) thy presence made pleasure of pain |
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(And) thy madness turned sanity into vain |
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Profoundly wicked owner of soul |
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The mysteries of thy creation beheld by ghouls |
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Diabolically disguised heavenly bodies |
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(And its) atrociously desired primordial elements |
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Plunging through the confused beart of sulphur |
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In all this darkness, how can man see |
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"Poor misguided fool... |
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It is not God you are talking to |
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I am not imposterous, hiding behind pearly walls |
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However, I am still yet to be found, known |
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I shall guide you on your midnight ride as the sun fades black |
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(And) beyond your grotesque imagination |
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My name will be revealed... |
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The blood of Christ can't heal your wounds |
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Give me all of yours, and I'll give you mine..." |
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I am the hidden fantasy |
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In the secret of my knowledge |
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There is no god but me |
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In this shadowy world all are nameless |
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Outstanding, dressed in majestic splendour |
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Touched by the flames of eternal fire |
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How I long for your embrace, uttermost desire |
