| Arise, O fires of dissolution. |
| Hold high the torch, for an omen is born
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| Sing loud our praise to ethereal sleep. |
| Cut deep the veins of a waning world
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| I hear its croon. |
| Your death breeds in me
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| Can you hear the hum of a thousand flies?
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| Sharp is the blade that reaps the womb of life. |
| By thy grace we pierce each
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| heart
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| Just one bite won’t tame the hungry sons of wolves
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| Bask in the heat of the ghastly pyre
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| Dance in the eye of Leviathan’s storm
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| No light will shine where the wicked dwell
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| So I tread this path of no return
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| Rejoicing now in the sea of madness, upon violent winds I ride
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| An endless voyage neath depths forsaken, where the infernal treasures hide
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| We gaze upon the fields of mourning, where the men of Abel fell from grace
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| Behold the holy water churning, as the tree of life is set ablaze
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| I feel its curse, her blood bleeds in me
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| I taste the cunt of the scarlet whore
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| Frail is the hand that guides us towards the light
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| By thy grace we sear these chains
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| Just one look won’t soothe the piercing eyes of snakes |