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Spectral planes before my eyes |
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Ambivalent glowing with my inner pandemonium |
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Crimson horizons merge into ashen skies |
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Ascending bleakness but not clourless |
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I stride ahead... |
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Light-absorbing signs appears above me |
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Symbols to guide me, symbols to brace me |
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Impressed by those views which I always foresaw |
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Hearing the silent resonance of everlastingness |
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A cosmos that never began and will never pale |
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So do I... |
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Time and space like warmth and coldness |
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All earthly concepts left behind |
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Harmonious evil beyond faintness fills this world |
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My senses are adapted, obtuse they were |
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I have spiritualized the flame of Satan |
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So those eternal impressions are wages |
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For every life destroyed in a fake outstripped reality |
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Obscure are the ways of death |
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And veiled are mine... |
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Secrets and treasures can be bared in a place called...hell |
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The relevance of mortality descends after this revelation |
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And I have banned all christian mortality |
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One day I enter my morbid world |
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And stalk an endless paths |
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Where crimson horizons merge into ashen skies |