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Alone and sorrowful, the divine essense crawls |
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Along the dying remains of heavenly kingdom |
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Once adorned and now forlorn, |
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Questioning anything, but meaningless and painful |
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Bitter memories of past apocryphal superiority, |
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Flesh and soul now departed in more than racking way... |
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Necromantic lust for vital pleasures and devilish desires, |
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For precious taste of blood and sulphur throne of wisdom... |
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Sinful and infidel in spirit, |
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With bloodstained sword |
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It once joined the battle for the |
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Divine's triumph |
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For salvation and a glory of the |
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Heaven's Lord... |
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Forgotten and betrayed, it wanders through infinity, |
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Alone and tearless... |
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Enchanting odes from the distant woods so vast |
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Cherish it's neverending pain, encircling in oblivion... |
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Detested is the dying surface of the earth |
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Surreal and naked is it's torturing tristesse |
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The mournful silence is so sweet... [narration:] < |
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And then the martyr-soul descended |
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Into the very depths of |
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Heddenah's gardens |
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Through the enflamed spheres it ascended |
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Lusting for revenge... |
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Countless centuries will pass |
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And some day the betrayal is avenged |
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For every sin shall be atoned |
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For every pain shall find it's rest...> |
