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Dancing flames reflect a purple light |
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Dyeing the room with a |
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mysterious stillness |
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Wrapped in the ineoriating haze |
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of the fumed incense |
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We were sitting at the table |
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pleasantly stunned by the sweet |
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pungent smell of storax |
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Martyrized with ircos, oleum |
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libani, commiphora |
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The white goddess was ruling the night |
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And the old bell heralded the |
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arrival of Kephra |
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Our fingers were riding the |
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ethereal dimension which |
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embraces everything |
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"I'm the guardian of the east |
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gates, master of the whirling air |
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I am him who opens the threshold |
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The portal is opened to you, |
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holders of the ninth key" |
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I think their sound and technique |
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In the intensity of powers |
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The ninth evoked energy was |
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waiting for us |
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Beyond the black diamond gates |
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it sounds great, and for me it's |
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"My name is Astharoth-Astarte" |
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it hurled |
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"I am him-her who walks in the dark |
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Who will lead you to ecstasy |
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I will give you the power of revenge |
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'Cause you are my sons |
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May the power of evil be with you |
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So that your souls can prepare for the call |
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In a place, sacred to you, |
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celebrate with dances, chants and fires |
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You will couple in rapture |
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And I will enjoy your lust |
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I am the ninth key, the ninth flame of hell |
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Young, chaste with innocent fleshes |
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You will fetch her to me" |
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Magic resins have worn out |
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Scents have faded |
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Tum, patient, is waiting |
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But He-She is still walking with us |
