| As the moon creeps forth to pierce the clouds
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| And its lights embraced by a single howl
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| This graveyard dream was brought to life
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| With the breath of jealous winds
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| Shackled, bound, torched by the light
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| A thousand angels torn from flight
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| Longing for heaven’s dark cursed
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| With I to guide the Cain-drawn hearse
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| This hate within its eyes, for a faith that often lies
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| From tears of mourning cries be torn
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| The beast is born wholly of night
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| Anticipation of the madness to come
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| Lowly angel flesh undone
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| Longing for heaven’s dark curse
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| With I to guide the Cain-drawn hearse
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| A wielder of sickness marching on
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| A flame in the name of the blackest dawn
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| Hear my call, your fate my curse shall befall
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| And a scream was thrown into the night
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| A bloody shade to stain pure white
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| Of the dark dreams and lifeless eyes
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| Shall be un-divine
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| And a scream was thrown into the night
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| A bloody shade to stain pure white
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| And the one crawls nearer to their cries
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| To feast the beast born wholly of night
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| Shackled, bound, torched by the light
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| A thousand angels torn from flight
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| Longing for heaven’s dark cursed
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| With I to guide the Cain-drawn hearse
|
| This hate within its eyes, for a faith that often lies
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| From tears of mourning cries be torn
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| The beast is born wholly of night
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| A wielder of sickness marching on
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| A flame in the name of the blackest dawn
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| Hear my call, your fate my curse shall befall |