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Through every gate left open |
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Through every circle broken |
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Through incantation all death will commence |
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They will come, those of hell |
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Born of god |
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Before me |
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I see the golden wastlands |
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This where |
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I will be to greet them welcome to my world |
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You are to me the |
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Lord of Dreams |
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O Lord of |
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Death, let them sleep |
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At the ends of the pentagram |
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There will be a different night |
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At the ends of the pentagram |
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Darkness will be the brightest light |
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Behold, spectators of doom |
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It is time for us all to go |
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There will be nothing left |
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Nothing |