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It came in moonlight, dressed in glooming night |
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Shadow worn, soul thorn, praised in it's fall |
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Annihilation, intoxication |
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Fevering festering flames |
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Spawned by my own death |
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A dream of dreaming |
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Mightier than the sky |
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Abomination, abortation |
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Feast of ghouls in the dark |
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Fallen angel, slithering |
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A new day will arise |
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Told as shadows conquer worlds |
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Blackened dawn of dusk |
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A chalice raised, now filled with blood |
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Moonlit gold in hand |
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Preach the hymns of living dead |
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Praise the serpent of the horned |
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Cast thy shadow, down beneath |
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Scorned, as legion rise |
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Cast away, daeth will heal |
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Surrounded by angels in fear |
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Annihilation, abomination |
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Blood runs cold in me |
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Filled with hate, intoxicate |
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Black mirrors in my eyes |
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Sworn to me, me to the scorned |
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An angel long since dead |
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Sands of time, glory be mine |
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I praise the serpents of my fate to be |
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Dreams of madness they reveal |
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Signs of immortality |
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Black throns shreds deep insanity |
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My shadow extends into supremacy |
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Abomination, abortation |
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Feast of ghouls in the dark |
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Fallen angel, slithering |
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A new day will arise |
