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Through the corridors of darkness, on the wings of mans desire, |
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Conjured by the soulless ones at the everlasting fire. |
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Borne on waves of insanity from mans primeval past, |
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The mantra of the tumult has awakened him at last. |
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Drawing near in the gloom comes the twilight of all shame, |
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The ravens of night have flown away to set Valhalla aflame. |
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For too long now the right hand gods have fought between themselves, |
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With paths that lead to paradise from this demented world. |
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This is the age, the age of Satan, now that the twilight is done, |
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Now that Satan has come. |
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Blue velvet shrouds the altar, black candles pierce the dark, |
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The skulls of the unbelievers peer sightless, bleached and stark. |
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The inverted cross of burnished gold the burial urns of light, |
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The pungent smell of incense wafts out into the night. |
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This is the age, the age of Satan, now that the twilight is done, |
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Now that Satan has come. |
