| Down in the valley on a midwinter’s night
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| Walks _The_Crone, unseen by human kind
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| _Her_ weary heart longing for rest
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| _Her_ eyes saw too much of sorrow and grief
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| There was a time when _She_ was adored
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| And the valley full of bliss and joy
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| Until the day the gaunt one appeared
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| He never smiled nor shed any fear!
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| And he raised his voice «Behold I’m Messiah!»
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| It was then _She_ knew the time had come!
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| A dream? |
| A dream?
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| It’s only a dream!
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| A dream? |
| A dream?
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| _She_ lives in my dream
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| The man, he spoke of commandments and sin
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| Of wicked wifes, of chaste and virtious men
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| He’d sown the seed of mischief in their hearts:
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| Those once proud, now a submissive crowd!
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| And he raised his voice «Behold I’m Messiah!
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| I’m the son of god!
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| I come in fire!
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| My kingdom come!
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| My will be done!»
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| It was the _she_ knew her time had come!
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| A dream? |
| A dream? |
| It’s only a dream!
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| A dream? |
| A dream? |
| _She_ lives in my dreams…
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| Now the blind are leading the blind!
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| Independence and wisdom exchanged
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| For ignorance and minority
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| Seizure and oppression amongst the
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| Once born free!
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| But still no one dared
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| To raise a hand against _The_Crone_
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| They were aware — despite his sermons —
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| That _She_ still held
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| _The_Strength_ and _The_Power_!
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| And as _She_ makes her way through centuries and decades
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| _She_ waits for human kind to awake
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| To snake off the chains of Messiah!
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| In patience _She_ walks the world in search
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| For those who uphold
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| The memento of the Golden Age!
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| While in his church, in fitful sleep
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| Formented by nightmares
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| Lies Messiah in fright of the dark!
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| The demons he raised to strike the blind with fear
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| Were not just a mirage: They’ve become
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| Alive — to haunt Messiah!
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| To end creation’s devastation, the senseless sacrifice
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| _She_, _The_Weaver_, weaves The Veil of Damnation!
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| And out of the dark, _Valkyries_ and _Erinyes_ rising
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| Avenging Angels of doom?
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| Called by _The_Crone_ the wandering ones
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| Seek for vengeance
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| Awaiting The Last Stand!
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| The Earth awakes in fire, thunderstorm and lightning
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| Night calls into being decline!
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| And up in the skies: The Crone in the midst of silence
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| Armagideon has now begun!
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| And out of his dreams Messiah pleas:
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| «_Goddess_, have mercy upon me!!!»
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| «Misguided prophet see _My_Scythe_
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| Descending over you!!!»
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| Down in the valley neath the river of time
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| Sits _The_Crone_ remembering human kind
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| Now winter’s gone and springtime has come
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| And all the ashes are washed away
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| And he raised his voice… |