| Ye the almighty, unto whom all hearts are open
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| All desires known, and from whom no secrets are hid
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| Cleanse the thoughts of our hearts
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| By the inspiration of thy flames
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| We worthily magnify thy thousand names all unified in thou
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| Abyssic lord, we call, plead and crave!
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| Send your legions
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| Come forth, angels of sin
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| One of the seven will come
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| And with the golden censer step up to the altar
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| Carrying incense and embers to be burnt before the throne
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| To bring our words to him
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| And from the hands of the winged sovereignty
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| Overcome with humbleeness facing such grandeur
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| I am blazing with awe and shine with the fires of him
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| I kneel down, brace posture and offer my gifts
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| I lay outstretched in five pointed symmetry
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| I purge the ground and close the gate
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| Call back your legions
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| Descend, angels of sin
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| Grant me command
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| Let me burn with strength
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| Sharpen my sense and my will |