| As we journey over to the summit
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| We hear the echoes of dispossession
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| Who is to worry about our affliction
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| When my body departs from the shame
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| The wickedness my sinfullness
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| You may swell to the elysian fields
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| But the befall of Marduk will trace the literal thruth
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| The Utuk xul! |
| Wine’s Holy Fool!
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| Whereby to capture and atone the clouded soul
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| The weeping apparition looks for duration
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| Conjectures of being vulgar, then godless ways
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| Euphony sounds the sanctum bell
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| I will structure the ordained spell
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| Guide the mistress versus the throne
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| Here’s the first seed of the inquisition
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| Black lake current sailed past the rushes
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| Dismal heights will melt the scarlet snow
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| I’ll give my sorrow to the lady in white
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| 'O' pale flower, you’ll feel the vein in depth.'
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| The wanderers of the eroded
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| The gates of Ganzir!
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| The Magnum Opus
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| The Xenolith!
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| Monuments of a vanquished civilization
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| A cenotaph of theomorphic conjurations
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| Sempiternity of the ones of our underworld
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| Archetypal images awaits the declivity
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| Infinite and profane thrones
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| Absymal sighs of the damned
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| Feel the intention by depressing your own god. |