| Like a moth gnaws on fabric
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| And like a hungry spear
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| Is struck between the ribs
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| Violently I have breached my darkness
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| Through a gateway to hidden consciousness
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| I descend into an old shed skin
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| Which peels with creeping death
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| I release the poison into my own flesh
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| To embrace the blackest of sleep
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| Lucifer-Christos, fallen and resurrected
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| Nightside in fire and dawn in brilliance
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| In the radiance of Satan’s star
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| My serpent-eye will open again
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| Lucifer-Christos, falln and resurrected
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| Nightsid in fire and dawn in brilliance
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| Closed eye within a closed triangle
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| A broken line in circumference
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| In observance from five angles
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| Three horns and webs spun of smoke
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| Stirring yet still in blue shadows
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| Thrice I have awakened
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| Sweet drop of blood on her chest
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| And that bewitching flame in the eyes
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| Beckon to damnation
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| Her tongue clad in lead
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| And mouth scorched black
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| Beckon to damnation
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| With a forgotten song
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| Of the yoke of flesh and bone
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| I tear myself apart
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| So that my chalice may never be filled
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| With blood clotted in sightlessness
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| And even if the stars would die
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| The age of man comes to an end
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| One certainty will remain absolute
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| For silence is everlasting
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| Eternal is the Voice of Your Truth |