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Halluzinations, blurred sight. |
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Darkest shadows cast upon my crown.. |
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One thousand years get more to come. |
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- A thousand years, and they will be gone. |
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Us they lifted him up on to his cross. |
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I was the splinter in his chest. |
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The wipping scourge on his pale cheeks. |
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And empty coffin for the dead. |
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With fiery sword and harnessed wings. |
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The light of a dead million stars. |
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On the top of my spear i shall awake. |
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Call me the Prince of Winter, call me the Lord of Wolves. |
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Nightmare, endless, the freezing downs.. |
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The sign of Upophis Destroyer, Star of Bestial Fornication. |
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Ghemhamforash is forgotten. |
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Five wounds of deliverance through wrath. |
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The tree of Sephirot is burnt. |
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The joy of heavens existh no longer. |
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A wooden rack to carry away the hope of the world. |
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A state that is baptized to the Ursurper Lord of Mayhem. |
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..And the thorncrowned clown of miserable fate hath lost the battle. |
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Aralim are weeping, poisoned nails split human flesh. |
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The first one crackth the palm of lies no justice shall be done. |
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The second fixeth the feeble hand which tried to put us down. |
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The third and fourth they crush his feet. |
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Which stalked the salty sea. |
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Those are the nails that help us win Satanic Victory. |
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The last wound on the naked corpse. |
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The spear hath pierced his side. |
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Our dream of vengeance hath come true. |
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The gates stand open wide. |
