| Here, the gates to sacred perception are open
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| Demon, mighty spirit
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| I evoke you, hear my chants
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| Ode to darkness and to the greatest of kings
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| His ancient orations are anthems of impurity
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| In the darkest depths of void all light dies
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| Exhaled my last breath, the portal hides envenomed worlds
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| A Christ made of skin, desecrated in his essence of holiness
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| A beast covered in crusts, embodied in slime and organs
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| Both reborn in wax, released from immortal soils
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| But the man seems the beast, and the beast seems me
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| Theoreme of flesh destroys creation
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| Mystic consciousness as dormant vision of truth |