| Spirit’s molecules floats in the cosmos
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| (while) the dead white man stand upon his burning bed
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| Death used its dices one time more and he fucked us all!
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| And the gates are open
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| Spirit’s molecules floats in the cosmos
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| (while) the dead white man stand upon his burning bed
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| Death used its dices one time more and he fucked us all!
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| And the gates are open
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| Bellum omnium contra omnes
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| Bis vincit qui se vincit in victoria
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| The Container is empty
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| The spirit start to explore the never ending valley
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| Where the dead-man walking touch the sun
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| Strong is the Karnix cry coming from the Vril
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| Refugium Peccatorum
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| Peccatorum!
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| Air is dirty. |
| radioactive and cold
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| Millions and millions of candles
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| Millions and millions of dead
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| Echoes from the terrestrial surface
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| Digital vibes, electric impulses and grey lights
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| Generated from the earth’s vomit
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| And the dead white man is walking
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| Immortal? |
| down?
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| …when illusions lives through its vis logica
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| Giving back to earth a useless projection
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| While the dead white man stand upon his burning bed
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| Everything is moving down
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| In the meanders of the Planet Satan!
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| Good and Evil’s assemblage
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| Velocity and chaos
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| They can combine!!!
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| The world is his representation
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| The dead white man is not in the world
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| The world is inside him |