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Grant me profane kiss, oh |
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Isis mother of all |
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Thy lips like morphine, teasing my slumbering heart |
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Release me, this cosmos is way too small |
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Come down on earth, evangelize |
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Ravishing muse abduct my spirit |
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And bury my will in spacious beyond |
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That human thought can never reach |
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Alight upon the earth and consecrate my engines of life |
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And so I chant that triumph of might |
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Trampling kingdoms of conscience |
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I, the archangel of wrath with one word, the unholy sword |
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I overmastered every image of god |
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I come in splendor and golden glory |
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Seeking war trophies and sacred spoils |
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To purify this heart of mine, to cast away rotten rood |
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Defile morality of the blind god |
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Defiling morality of black god |
