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On the marble cliffs above the waves |
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Beneath the rising inferno of history |
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Exiled in the quickening twilight of salvation |
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Awake to the light of a colder consciousness |
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The decay and renewal of the blood of promise |
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A faith without meaning? |
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A discipline without justification? |
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Devoid of the fear of nothingness |
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Being born of nothingness |
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The great immaculate inhuman pulse |
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Behind the teeming carcass of false life |
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On the marble cliffs above the waves |
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Beneath the devouring inferno of history |
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Exiled in the threatening twilight of salvation |
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A hero turned traitor |
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A traitor turned hero |
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The assassin turned saint |
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Our patron saint of murder |
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Were these the last disciples of the lords of victory |
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Bound and gagged on the whirling horns of destiny |
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Gathering like ghosts at the broken altars of life |
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To prey where vermin have carried the plague? |
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Treachery and honur |
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Like the double blade of life itself |
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Passing with the sun from the shadows of the world |
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To fall to earth like so many shattered stars |
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The burnt out and petrified tears of eternity |
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On the marble cliffs above the waves |
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Beneath the dying inferno of history |
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Exiled in the fleeting twilight of salvation |
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Hailing the light of the colder consciousness |
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The renewal and the decay of the blood of promise |
