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Father! Art thou blind and deaf? |
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Old man! Decrepit and hideous |
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Hidden in woods of madness and anxiety |
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I am the beast, thou - the refugium of love |
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Whereas your love as a cockroach |
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Under my own boot |
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I am the gehenna of humanity, whereas thou art me mercy |
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And what shalt thou need it for |
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If the world shall fall asleep under my wings anyway |
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I am the blood from thy limbs, thou art the wisdom |
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Is it a great one, yes, vain fools do beliefe in it |
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They still go up in flames in anyway |
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Devils tongue is the tongue of fire |
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Yes, the same that burneth thine houses |
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Consumeth light and thy sheep... damned! |
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And even their wool is shaddy, and the meat poisonous |
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Not for the hungry dogs at my table |
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I shall destroy everything, or not... |
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I shalt throw it to vultures to devour, let them feast! |
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Devils tongue is the tongue of the night |
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Whenever thou delight in this beauty |
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Thou pour in thyself the wine of the underworld |
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And whenever thou crave for bearing it |
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There are only the whispers of trees thou can hear |
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Hungry of thy love, |
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I am anticipating my time... |
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Devils tongue is the tongue of my father |
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The one, who with universe constituteth an entity |
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Father who shall not sell thou out for any flirt |
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Forlove - affairs, kisses of humanity |
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Therefore give me his darkness |
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Power, might, hope and fulfillment |
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Give me his light |
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It is the time for the feast of hell... |
