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The heretic awakes in me |
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The death of all and what will shall be |
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The serpent spoke this unto me under the blood red moon |
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Promises the end of days: the sacrament of doom |
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The fallen star ignites in me |
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They come to gaze and be set free from an empty promised world |
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That only serves to satiate the weakened ones |
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Wiith silver tounges who in hiding propagate |
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Now come and see |
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Behold his feats |
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Now come and see |
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Watch the sky bleed |
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Now come and see |
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Crowned on white steed |
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He speaks to thee: |
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Welcome to the order of the shadow |
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We call to the west and we call to the ease |
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The north and the south that we might raise the beast |