| The Outer-Deamons, swarming all around, yet within us they’re found
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| Like blood and semen, the gifts of life and death, which mold and mend the flesh
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| Imprisoned angels, wings drip with the inks of night, captive in their fables
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| of light
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| The three triangles, the pyramids of space and time, allow our stars to align
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| Prophesied watchers, illustrating a new eons birth
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| Draw down the moon to the earth
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| The shadow stalkers, dominion of obsidian flame, with spell and sword we maim
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| The smokeless fire, guide me through the chaos beyond, drink deep the
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| night-wells of dawn
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| Let us transpire, in the kingdom of twilight truths
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| The tongue of tidings and muse
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| Hokhmah, grant me, so I may never wish again
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| Binah, enchant me, so I may never need again
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| My soul is burning south from the plains of Abraham
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| Ayin, grant me, so I may never wish again |