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Face of the Goat in the Mirror |
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Eyes Burn like (an) October Sunrise |
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As Once they Gazed upon the Hillside |
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Searching for the Memories... |
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In the Shadow of the Horns |
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Only seen by the Kings |
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Of the Dawn (of the) First Millennium |
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Upon the Thrones |
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In the Shadow of the Horns |
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Cleansed like the air in the Night |
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World Without End |
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(we've become) a Race of the Cursed Seeds |
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For five United Forces |
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In the Eternal Dawn |
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The Kings that held (their) heads high |
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The Triumph of chaos - Has Guided our Path |
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We Circles the holy Sinai - Our Swords Gave Wings |
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Invisible force of our Abyssic Hate |
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Our seeds Boil as we gaze upon the New Millennium |
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Weeping by the Graves of the Glorious Ones |
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(so) the hardened Frost Melts Away |
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Clouds Gather across a Freezing Moon |
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I kiss the Goat - Witchcraft Still Breathes |
