| The storm of chaos riding near, upon the winds of woe
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| For its desires dark and vast, and its reaping ever slow
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| And in its touch you feel the yearning sense to return to a time when all was
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| nothing, and nothing was all
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| As the cold winds blow, my spirit sways
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| This shell of flesh that conceals, must burn within the black
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| As the earth becomes a charnel house, the final flood shall commence
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| Into the lake of fire, open now the gate
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| Welcome now the death of time, this end was made for you
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| And in the trail of ash you find the burning pain of truth
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| Now taste the grit and suffocate on remains nevermore
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| By the hand of Samael we fall into the great unknown
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| I’ve walked upon the path to nowhere, only now to return
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| I bowed to none and spit on thee, God of light and restraint
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| Your walls of gold have turned to sand, filling the black desert’s land
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| And in the dust of a dying world, I shall build my throne
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| Venture to the depths, the call of the untamed
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| The passage of the end calls my name |