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A pallid shape is floating |
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A lurid shroud of fading life |
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What ones was a place so glimmering and bright |
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Has ignited itself and burnt out of light |
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I canonize thee, lord of the odius |
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For enlightening the path to perpetual might |
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For guiding me on this voyage |
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With nothing but scornful mirages in sight |
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Devour me, oh immense shadow |
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This locus is cursed, shroud me forever |
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Damnation be my lodestar |
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For humanity carves my veins |
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I've been nailed to a cross of anguish |
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Crucified above to behold |
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The blind, the loathsome's strife in vain |
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The holyness of those who should suffer my pain |
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Lunar strains of morbid grace |
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Reflections of nocturnal mysteries |
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Eternally hidden for their eyes |
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As what awaits behind... |
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Branded by the unpure light |
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But still, |
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You like I |
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Reaches for the dark |
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And even further... |
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As symbols of life we are fading |
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To were this twilight reaches night |
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A pallid shape is strangled |
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As my soul and his darkness unite |
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It wont shine through |
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Believe it, you're never to see |
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That my flesh is carved with spells |
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Of mankinds destiny |
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Blessed with contempt |
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For what has edged my strife |
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And through sacrilegous veils |
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I dethrone life |
