| Dreams of ancient demons
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| Dreams of thousand deeps
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| Dreams of blackened aeons
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| Like a raging storm it sleeps
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| Where the earth is flooded in blood and the rats
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| Are drunk of its poison
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| We burn in the black fires of god and rise above the horizon
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| As our altar we bless the night skies
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| Where no candles burn as stars
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| But a funeral pyre as the sun dies
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| To shapeless eternities afar
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| Nothing is holy as all is nothing
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| Nothing is all as holy is nothing
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| Three times a night in the black fires of god
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| Three times a dath and a thousand yet to come
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| Dreams of ancint demons
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| Dreams of thousand deeps
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| Dreams of blackened aeons
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| Like a raging storm it sleeps
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| Crowned is the servant of the serpent
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| Who once was kneeling in repent
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| Now ascended to the throne of the blood
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| Reigning in the black fires of god |