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The distant eminence of pale light |
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Shines through the ecliptic plains |
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A sunless world of lifeless ouls |
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Is falling upon ordain |
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In forzen horizon comes our muse |
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With beckoning of the black star |
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From the furthest astral sphere |
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We accept the call with passion |
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From the sky the star breaks the light |
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In the night we arise with morbid blood |
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Sound the Hymns our hearts are beating black |
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Silence cries we conquer the golden dawn |
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An candlabra dances while the winds recite |
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Accompanying trees of harmony with pulse of river flow |
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Clouds of Resful shelter mountains rise alpine |
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Towering throns begin to grow where roses once thrived |
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Irreligious lives thwarted lore of remorse |
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Premeate the evil in ancient stark terror |
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Sacilegious times broken church in plague |
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Suffering the end with Defiled chosen reign |
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We revel in pain |
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Now we traverse a horrid path |
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In godless walk of choice |
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The marbled angels of timelss oak |
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Entwine the calling stars |
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Lost children of banishment |
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The rising abyss is adorned |
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With striking heavns aftermath |
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We forge the unholy crest |
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From an ever blackened star |
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Our world is wrought from thee |
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With silence the words are spoken |
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THe tongue of spectral breeze |
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Given command from endless presnce |
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Inciting rights of those forgotten |
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We implore the darkness |
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Influenced form the forefathers we sin |
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Rituals of lustful chant |
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Remembrance of fallen creed |
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Upon the place they died |
