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As the sun returns |
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From the shades of night |
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So am I reborn from my own corruption |
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I invoke the consuming fire |
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And from the ashes mould |
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The renaissance of my decadent self |
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At the dawn of my rebirth |
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The heart is overflowing |
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I indulge and dissipate |
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And when the cup is empty |
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I drink from nothingness |
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The venom by which I disintegrate |
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This is not merely pride |
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Or lust for eminence |
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This is the reoccurring cycle of my existence |
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As the sun returns |
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From the shades of night |
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So am I reborn from my own corruption |
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Behold - the god returns |
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Solar balls upon his back |
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A sacrifice |
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I invoke the consuming fire |
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And from the ashes mould |
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The renaissance of my decadance |
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My sacrifice - my corruption - my death |