| They breed in shadows of the moon. |
| Unlocking gateways in my mind
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| The ghosts that sing of Devils, their music so divine
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| The dark comes, as does my trance. |
| Born of the witching hour
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| From forbidden shores I watch the frail earth that time devours
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| In the crevice of two worlds
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| I see no distant light
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| Nor the guiding hand that leads the fools from the treasures of the night
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| Who stands before me?
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| O nameless ones
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| May your truths be many, and your impotence none
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| The hidden sphere that burns the heart, forged by the whores of Babylon
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| Bringer of god’s lament, unveiling gnosis that is shunned
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| The deep red calls me now — Through its crimson eyes I see
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| I wander, but have found the one who lives through me
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| Father of desires, mother of all lusts
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| Pierce these eyes so I can see beyond
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| Within the swarming shadows live those who roam the void
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| Shapeless and unbound, cursed forevermore
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| What flows within me?
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| O formless ones
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| Burn the illusion
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| All to none
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| As night falls, the spirit aligns
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| Drift on towards the hollow
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| The in-between of time
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| The ever burning flame
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| In the depths of yearning hearts
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| The revealer of truths concealed
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| A passage through the dark
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| The voice that calls seduces me
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| To walk with fire, with the cursed ones |