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De profundis mors advocat! |
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The pact is sealed, crystallised |
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Dark are the paths without return |
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Ash and blood colour my world |
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Ever downward winding steps spiraling to the utmost depths |
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Where the sun is but a memory of a murdered dream |
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As if emerged from the Abyss |
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Evoked by his own tongue |
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Antichrist, Devil's child |
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Possessed by the night |
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Through will unfettered in darkness |
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Death was granted life |
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The blind man was given sight |
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And the fivefold star to shine forevermore |
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As a flame within the heart |
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Restlessly beckoning through |
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The guilt and vanity of a world deaf to it's call |
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To dare what's lit sole by the friar's lantern |
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Through labyrinths so desolate and dark |
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To travel far in solitude and silence |
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'cross thornclad deserts vast |
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To witness the erection of a temple |
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At the place where order dies and chaos unfold |
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It's tower shall lean out over the precipice |
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Oh the wonder's those that mount it shall behold |
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For there the waves of Absu smash the rocks of definition |
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And feast upon them with erosive force |
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Yes there the ancient giants of primordial waters |
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Are hunting in the twilight near the shores |
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And I am their son, my ribcage the shrine, my flesh the prison |
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For my blood is their blood, my will is theirs |
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Mine is the gift that shall conquer all fears |
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See my glowing eyes reflect a heart that burns |
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That in turn reflects the chasm for which it yearns |
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He shall return to the Abyss |
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Heeding his masters call |
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Antichrist, Devil's child |
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At one with the night |
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Wordless without form in deepest depths, |
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Yet most besung, most present and most high |
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Thou wellspring from which horror's holy flow |
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Through gates wide open |
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Thou who placed these words of praise upon my lips |
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The infant's cry and the rapist's sigh of joy |
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The world has gone blurred but the road gets |
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Ever clearer in search of thy burning kingdom |
