| Obtained is now this crystal throne
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| That once upon a time unfolded before my inner eye
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| Extinguished equilibrium
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| While I became immortal
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| Time itself flows through my veins
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| As I rise my sword in lust for battle
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| The battle to feed my raging thirst for blood
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| As my soul reach the plateau of everlasting wisdom
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| That laid hidden for milleniums — unknown, unseen
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| For I am the harbinger of a new age
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| The age that rise between my outstretched arms
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| As I lick the blood of your flesh
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| The age that rise as I inhale your dying breath
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| While the sun and the moon falls down between my fingers — subconscious
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| Glassy tunnels reveal upon this wisdom’s flame
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| The flame, a shivering mirror that reflects my osseous face
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| Bloodred are enlightened my bleak eyes that saw worlds crash
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| Into to the void, the void an empty abyss you call reality
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| Apocalypse pass by
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| As I settle down in the crystal throne to close my eyes
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| But is this really what I am striving for
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| An everlasting existence without any challenge
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| But what’s an assignment for a god of the superior race |