| The frozen has lain forlorn too many ages
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| Wasting away in the crucible of space
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| Drawing down the hallowed darkness
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| Arms outstretched embracing ecstacies of hate
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| Black solstice
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| Somber wings extinguish the sun
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| Nocturnal unfurling
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| Quenching stars one by one
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| Vomit war crush the sacred heart of kindness
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| Unholy raven spawned from dying dove of peace
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| Freezing the light expunge the furnace flames
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| Adoration of the prophetic release
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| My immolation the final comet
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| The hammer of damnation strikes
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| Pounding the earth my anvil
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| My life is to kill the light
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| Find solace in the fact that
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| Our pestis lays waste in both houses
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| Neither blind reverence or stark denial
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| Will alter the discipline of sterile beauty
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| That follows in the wake of the prophetic sign
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| And the deification of the strike of mailed fist
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| As cleansing chaos steals the light
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| The majestic darkness feeds
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| My life is to kill the light
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| The frozen has lain forlorn too many ages
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| Wasting away in the crucible of space
|
| Drawing down the hallowed darkness
|
| Arms outstretched embracing ecstacies of hate
|
| Black solstice
|
| Somber wings extinguish the sun
|
| Nocturnal unfurling
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| Quenching stars one by one |