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"Spectres of Our Souls, |
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are Exiled in the Cosmic Sea, |
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Only the Serpents crawl now |
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in the Face of Gaia." |
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Did you Hear the Unblessed Choirs, |
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Which were Sung in a Monotonous Way? |
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Did you See when the Daemons Rode |
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to the Shores of paradise? |
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Did you Feel the Breath of Eternal Winter, |
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that Chilled Your Warm Body |
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and Darkified Your Dismembered Souls? |
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Where were You at the Eve of that Night? |
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Did You Shiver when You Heard their Names |
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being Chanted Towards the Skies? |
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Those Names That No One can Speak out Loud. |
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Did You Saw Them Coming? |
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Were You able to Stand Before, |
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that Pure Coldness, |
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of that Vengeance |
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or did You Fall down? |
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When did You Understand, |
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that You are going to Die? |
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[Prologue] |
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"Once again the Universal Black - this Language Aeons Old, |
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has Mesmerized Us - in the State of Nothingness. |
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Only Our Souls - the Remains of Humanity, |
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are Immortalized - in the Great Vastness." |