| We sail the seas, of negativity
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| To banish kindness from this place
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| (Sans scruples, sans humility)
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| To behold the fierceness of wolves
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| Assailing ye saints thoroughly
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| (Sans love, sans compassion)
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| To behold the wails of thine in affright
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| Whilst evil preyeth upon thy hearts
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| (Sans warmth, sans pity)
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| To behold a world, darkly astir
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| Rising in madness and mystery
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| (sans light, sans life)
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| Would ye not rather fall into pleasant reverie
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| Than to tremble amidst, this old memory?
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| Alas for the damned thou art… now ye behold!
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| Tis the rise of satanic divinity…
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| Oh we rejoice at the destruction
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| Of all ye have ever lived for…
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| Hark! |
| as lands tremble, and empires fall
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| Ye may hear us laugh with sardonic wrath
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| (tis the voices from the past)
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| Aye we can not mourn, for
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| Never morrow shall dawn
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| World without end… |