| In the loneliness of winter
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| When I seek penance for my sins
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| I call upon my fate for mercy
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| Oh let the king of diamonds win
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| When the lords of light are with me I climb the stairs up to Ungol
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| When the angel witch she soothes me
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| I’m her witchfinder general
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| Yeah
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| Doom is the soul of metal
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| Primordial and pure
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| Doom is the true essence of living
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| Immortal
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| My cure
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| When my heart is filled with sorrow
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| And I wonder who I am
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| I put on some ancient Trouble
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| Some old Vitus
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| Pentagram
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| When my soul walks in the darkness
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| Or life’s hopelessness again
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| Then I find solace
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| I find comfort
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| And I learn and understand
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| Yeah
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| At the blessed pagan altar
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| He kneels the reverend bizarre
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| And he calls me and I follow
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| Into the doomed world of my heart
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| There is beauty in the mourning
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| So much truth and tenderness
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| Let me celebrate the sabbath so black
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| The rites of candlemass
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| There is wisdom in the slowness
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| In the rhythm is the magic
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| In the air
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| And I know I’ve found salvation
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| In the music of despair |