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APO PANTOS KAKO DAIMONOS! |
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APO PANTOS KAKO DAIMONOS! |
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We transgress the context of commonplaceness |
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We deny normality, trample morality |
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We destroy angels with sound |
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We destroy angels with silence |
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Currents of tantric anarchy seize our bodies |
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Into the cosmic dance of four scythes |
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The curtains of absurd theatre are raised |
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Synchronicity - Mother Chaos on the stage |
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"Wisdom says: be strong!" |
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Thrilling words are spreading down the spine |
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Vibrating..."Be strong!" |
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Exhausted, I'm running towards the last shrines of consciousness |
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Which is absorbed by shadows of madness |
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APO PANTOS KAKO DAIMONOS! |
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APO PANTOS KAKO DAIMONOS! |
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Here are the star and the snake servants |
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They rise the hexagram |
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Sun - in the triangle hidden, sight - sacred visions entwined |
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And union with nothingness, body I'll find |
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Strength - go along the Mars path, fighting if we must |
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Light - oh, you are Ahathoor, goddess of blue sky |
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There is might of dawn, in non-quality state I remain |
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Of commonness crippled, time or sand - glass you don't see again |
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Sigillum dei, picture of myself I'm drawing |
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With life, venom and Hell, I'm sprinkling it |
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His name is Esial, I want him more |
