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There is a place beyond the dreamworlds, |
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Past the womb of night, |
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Lying in wait beyond the barriers of light, |
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Shunned by the living, cursed by the dead |
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Here's no peace, here's no peace |
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None within, none without |
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Skinned bare by daggers that never doubt |
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Timeless in wisdom, unbound in might, |
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Holy Evil! |
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By trembling hands concealed, |
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Yet by fearless ones revealed |
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There the blood of Abel impregnates the soil, |
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In which hungry darkness dwells and serpents coil, |
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So that plants may rise to bear the strangest fruit, |
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For all of ye that hunger |
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Higher! Higher! Come on you sons of fire! |
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Daughters of the black moon, |
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Practitioners of art most dire |
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Dance! Dance! In twisting, white-eyed trance, |
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Let us praise the flowering darkness |
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Brush forth across the land of Nod ye wicked ones, |
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Ye who wear the mark and hold the keys, |
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Come now, let us worship, |
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At the womb of blasphemies |
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Rivers of blood! Rivers of blood! |
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For the black earth's quenchless thirst, |
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The offering must never cease, |
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Until the last man has been slain |
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Upon the altar of Mefisto |
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Higher! Higher!Let's set the night on fire! |
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Black moon bear witness to our rite, |
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Beneath the devil's pyre |
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Unchain, Set free, the flames of the Adversary! |
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Scorch the earth and devour all, |
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That sifted from the ashes be |
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Hail! Hail! Thou who makes the cosmos wail! |
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In anguish as we **** the world, |
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And sodomize the god that failed |
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Cain! Cain! By thy blade let all god's men be slain! |
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Harvest now the fruits of death and set the night aflame! |
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Again! |
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Fire! |
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Gather! Gather! Raise the flames for so long scattered! |
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For aeons cursed, yet proud we stood, |
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Our liberation all that mattered |
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It's time! It is time! The bells of Armageddon chime! |
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Rejoice ye now, oh hungry ones, |
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Harvest time has come... |
