| My eyes were blind for the night was mine
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| And the dark was the sustenance of my soul
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| Your sacraments down below, Lord Belial
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| Were mysteries of the worm for me to devour
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| My eyes drank your black light O King Who Roars
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| Imprisoned I still was ravished by You
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| I ate my tormentors, I laughed through dry tears of a corpse
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| And in this earthen cask of rot I made myself anew
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| The brethren, like the wind that no longer blows
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| Inside this scarlet tomb we have rotten
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| What was the sin or the quest of ours? |
| No one knows but me
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| And so long ago I have forgotten
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| Consepulti ei in baptismo, in que et resurrexistis in Satanam
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| (Buried with him in baptism, wherein also ye are risen with him)
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| Out of the tomb of Saklas
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| In quo sunt omnes thesauri sapientiae et scientiae absconditi
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| (In whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge)
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| Out of the tomb of being
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| Through the flesh, through this nightmare
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| I remember the wind, I recall the caress
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| Even drowned in blood, even strangled by hair
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| When buried with Him in this cadaver palace |