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Drawn towards these lands again |
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Seeking death and sacred soil |
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I ride the longing winds of my blackened soul |
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Growing stronger once I enter my empire beyond |
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Emperium |
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Behold my coming |
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The fullmoon rise above me |
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Enlightening my realm in a silvery glow |
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Yet the shadows crawl beneath my storming sky |
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Guarding treasures from forbidden light |
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I still remember, though ages ago it seems |
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The first time I entered the gates |
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The revelation of ritual death |
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By which I became devine |
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Sacrifice of the life I had among the flesh of light |
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And now I enter again |
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Even stronger, yet amazed by what I see |
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In ecstsy I mock the world |
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Suddenly I memorize |
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Asking what I left behind |
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Nothing |
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Can I ever comprehend? |
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Will my longing ever end? |
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Never |
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Drawn towards these lands again |
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Seeking death and sacred soil |
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I ride the longing winds of my blackened soul |
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Eternally |
