| I sing desolation
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| On the breath of centuries
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| Bringing annihilation
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| Slaughter courses through my enemies
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| I was not always so cold
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| Once upon a crime in times of favour
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| I had lived a God amongst the bold
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| Like a true poetic saviour
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| But my people were dissolved
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| By the flames of righteous strangers
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| My name blackened ten thousandfold
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| Death grew to know me…
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| As the abhorrent
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| Stricken from the light
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| As dividing curses poured
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| I was hiding in the thickening mire
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| Biding for my war
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| I’m climbing up the years to get you
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| From a dark abyssic scheme
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| Lovecraftian, part-Martian
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| To the beast I used to be
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| My laureates of gold are sold
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| Horns spear the reddened sea
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| And by my transformed hand be sure
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| The Heavens hear your final pleas
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| Tonight this world is burning
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| To a fulsome serenade
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| Arch nemesis, I’m the genesis
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| Of a raging plague about to break
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| Blue eyes rolled headlong to black
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| When the darkness drew me to her caresses
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| I was not always so cold
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| Once upon a crime in times of old
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| I had lived a God amongst the folds
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| Of creeping epic failure
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| But my people were dissolved
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| By the flames of righteous strangers
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| My name blackened and deeds annulled
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| They grew to know me…
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| As the abhorrent
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| I’m a cemetery and a garden
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| Ripe with near-putrefied life
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| A phallus beginning to harden
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| On the philosophy of a prurient knife
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| I hear the dead begin to cry
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| Hostis Humanis Generis
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| My favourite leaden lullaby
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| On sacred eve I’ve asked for sacrifice
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| Mere moments of atonement
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| For your despise
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| A stren believer
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| That the great deceiver
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| Is your precious God
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| Whose preachers saw me demonised
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| Now, the sun it sets
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| On your nascent best of days
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| Time to rise
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| Gorgon, Calibos and Cain
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| Titans unrepentant
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| Lord Lucifer insane
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| If I am the Devil
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| I shall honour my spiteful name
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| Tonight this world is burning
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| To a fulsome serenade
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| Arch nemesis, the best of this
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| Destructive wickedness is on its way
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| I’m climbing up the years to get you
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| From a dark abyssic scheme
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| Lovecraftian, part-Martian
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| To the beast I used to be
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| My laureates of gold are sold
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| Horns spear the reddened sea
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| And by my transformed hand be sure
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| The Heavens hear your final screams
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| The abhorrent |