| I shall bring fire
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| as above, so below
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| red dust rises from the fields
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| with the winds comes the storm
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| shadows of flowers
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| mark the path
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| shadows of flowers
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| in twilight reborn
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| the crown of life
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| is stained with blood
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| gaze falling to the east
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| crushed by will
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| shattered to pieces
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| all that remains
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| is the silence of abel
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| where is the sheperd?
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| weaving the chain
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| where is the sheep?
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| wailing in vain
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| United in absence
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| united in death
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| there is a hole in the heart of the world
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| a heart has been made whole
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| firstborn-father-king
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| Abraxas emanates in the red
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| the silence of abel
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| echoes through our veins
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| in the aeons that are forever gone
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| and in the days that are to come
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| the silence of abel
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| echoes in our dreams
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| in tortuous hallways of black glass
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| thy will be done
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| a man to fall
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| a king to rise
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| the splendour and the pain of the restless
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| our hearts shall find no peace in life
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| eternally dwelling in Nod
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| is the seed of those
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| who turned their face from god
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| at every dusk
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| with every heartbeat
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| when sanity fades with those winds
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| when we dwell in the shadows of those flowers
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| when love is but a word
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| when hearts beat lifeless
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| when silence reigns
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| we remember thy mark
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| inside and outside
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| towards the end
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| to the sole reign of death
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| by boundless will, with trident scars
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| we forge the misfortune of the world
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| firstborn-father-king
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| From the inner, to the ending, to the sole reign of death
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| until we gather under your scarlet banner
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| from atop the highest dome
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| we shall call your name
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| to enter the abyss that is our home |