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Arrived we to the days ov our beginning |
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To the City ov God clothed with the mists |
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Enslaved by life we danced spinning |
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In the taverns of time we used to sit |
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And drunk with memories |
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Dead moments glorified |
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I saw the phantoms ov Golgotha |
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Legion Legion |
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Fed on dust ov dead |
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Anoited by the grey ash |
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Mad, twisted mob ov Jerusalem |
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Then Raphael beyond me and night appear'd |
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Bent and The Word was announc'd |
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An archangelic grreting (Jetzirah! Jetzirah!) |
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The sign ov Portal, reality ov nature |
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Not to be, but to become |
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In aimless wandering across the time |
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On the sea ov possibilities untouched I stood |
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From my hand cracked heaven idols are falling to the pieces |
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Reached the horizon |
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Dagger in the air |
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Sylphs work is done |
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Oracles ov past aeons fulfill'd |
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Live we on the edge ov the worlds |
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In titanic turn ov time |
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Here and beyond |
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Carried on the wings ov the sun |
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Infinite, sacred power we call |
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And sight hardly can catch the moment ov eternity |
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When drink with light |
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In light we will live |
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And in the formless rapture |
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Will we sing psalm ov Might |
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The last spell ov Will: |
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"We are one |
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We are none!" |
