| You …
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| … have joined your fathers feast
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| those who saw: essence or fall
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| floods of dramatic silence
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| and words, from whom we dont know
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| Overture/king wrath: let me dream …
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| Flee from false …
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| I have tasted the weight of lust
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| My hands on the skein of height
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| … a pallid death
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| mirage into dark
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| the horizons echo your glance
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| following a detractive sleep
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| I am the wrath beneath the heavens
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| The downfalls monologue
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| Fallen into the vision of effect
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| Quiet as gods can be
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| (joining the kings words)
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| Orgies of fear
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| Lnbreeding and death
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| I have walked carthagias sands
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| Lve touched those buried walls
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| I am the …
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| All mortal is love?
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| Remembrance has won
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| Breathing glorified innonce
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| Quiescence has died therefore
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| I am the …
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| Remembrance i: we stood before the portals of babylon
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| And saw its petrified fall
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| … have seen your declines symbols
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| but carried another life
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| We tasted the wine of persepolis,
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| As mute as our eras breath
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| death was never a fragment of exalting fantasy …
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| Remembrance iii (?): this last region — last of fire
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| Orgasmic cries — tears and words
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| Wrath and strenght — oh, gods! |
| for you!
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| Before the throne … — death
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| Overture: finale: fright and praise
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| A faded light
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| Intimate rests my book
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| Unwritten what seems true
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| I am the …
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| art of might!
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| you remaining king
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| take your predesessors hand
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| you son of my jade gift …
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| i am the … |