| Riding the wings of the unholy wind
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| To be carried to an eclipsed place of chaos
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| To be taken far away from holy ground
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| Away from the falling christ and his father
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| As nights and days passes, till we turned to dust
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| Series of simple gestures make me perish
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| As I said farewell to light an god of desillusions
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| To follow thee into darkness wich I long for
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| The source of fire, always burning in my heart
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| I hereby give you me
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| To declare war!
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| I bare no regrets for these actions
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| I fulfill them with pride, I worship all that is ours
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| Joining the mach of the even fall
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| To be at your disposal, the blade when
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| You release damnation
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| I fulfill these actions with pride, I worship
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| All that is ours
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| Open the gates, greet me welcome
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| Independence carried me away from lies and hipocricy
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| The god of sickness and his sickening angels
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| To reach a new aeon, wich I seek…
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| As nights and days passes untill I’ve turned to dust
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| My soul is thine to cleanse, to form
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| To shape like thy signs of yours |