| He hears the call which destines his fall
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| A fire burns that slowly pierces his soul
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| And now the tide turns
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| The blackest flame still burns
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| Immortally he’s waiting so unconcerned
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| Before the blade penetrates his skin
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| A versant cloud enwraps his body
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| Slowly and dreadfully
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| A subtle cut brings liberty
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| His path of blasphemy —
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| Atrocious angels lead his way
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| To apathy, an apathy revealed by sway
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| By Cain’s force assigned
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| Ferocious demons crawl to mate
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| Black altar wine flows to blur his fate
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| Beyond the veil, amongst the vultures
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| Beneath the sky, he lives his dream
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| Inside his veins throbs mortal poison
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| The netherworld has opened its gates
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| Wide and enormous, a final cut brings liberty
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| The candles leave their set
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| All sounds extinguish in the dark
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| No hope and no regret
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| Silence rules his heart
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| No whisper sent to God
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| Abysmal hate turns to dismissal
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| Cold becomes hot
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| His soul leaves in a glorious bliss
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| He hears the call which destines his fall
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| A fire burns that slowly pierces his soul
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| And now the tide turns —
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| The blackest flame still burns
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| Immortally he’s waiting so unconcerned
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| Inside his veins the poison dries
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| The netherworld has closed its gates
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| Amongst the vultures
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| He will make all his dreams come true |