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[chorus:] "Summoned by the Ancestor of Magick in the Atmosphere of Misanthropy. The Cult of the Flaming Wind, the Myth of the Mystic Mind." |
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When the Wind |
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Blows in the |
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Dark, Listen to it's |
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Feast on the |
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Crying Land. |
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When the Wind is |
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Cold and Freezes from the |
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North, Behold |
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It's Call to come |
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Forth. Behold |
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It's Call to come |
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Forth!!! Eternal |
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Shape of Khaos, |
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It`s Element in |
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Caressing |
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Universe. |
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Thousand Coloured "Wings", the |
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Shadows on the |
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Roof of an (En) |
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Trance. Hidden in |
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Obscurity and |
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Past are the |
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Hands of the |
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Creator Lost, but in the |
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Darkness, there is the |
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Knowledge of that |
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Origin. Never see the |
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Rising Sun, `cause it |
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Reveals the |
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Truth. [chorus:] |
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The Evil Whip in |
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It`s Tongue and the |
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Smiling Red |
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Eyes of HO |
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RROR. Dying, all |
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Them and Others too, then |
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DEAD, Summoned by the |
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Ancestor of |
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Magick! [chorus:] |
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DYING!!! |
