| «Hail Satan…»
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| «Gentlemen: Destroy!»
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| The memories far beyond the reckoning
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| Have begun to lurk in the distance
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| Like visual objects dearly known
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| The grace of devils hands
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| As they walk with me like a medium
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| When I choose and require a burn-out
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| Resting in expanded malicious force
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| Drained for murderous weapons
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| Knowing where you stand
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| In the magnitude of this thought
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| Looking at the spirit of fire and flames
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| Enduring on the throne of the black heart
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| The memories far beyond the reckoning
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| Have begun to lurk in the distance
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| Like visual objects dearly known
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| The grace of devils hands
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| As they walk with me like a medium
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| When I choose and require a burn-out
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| Resting in expanded malicious force
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| Drained for murderous weapons
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| Knowing where you stand
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| In the magnitude of this thought
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| Looking at the spirit of fire and flames
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| A bringer of evil I am
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| And therefore also a carrier of light
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| As I use this focus through the dark
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| And face the sunshine in the dead end
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| Limitations do not exist
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| When you are ahead of the crowd
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| With the art of confidence
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| I reign at the throne of my soul
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| The value of this darkness unwinds
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| Travelling the other path
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| A hidden triumph
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| But obvious to the strong and wise
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| By understanding this reality
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| I remain in a twice-coloured cloud
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| With feet connected solid in the ground
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| And thus I get peace of mind
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| A bringer of evil I am
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| And also a carrier of light
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| As I use this focus through the dark
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| And face the sunshine in the dead end
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| A bringer of evil I am
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| And also a carrier of light
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| As I use this focus through the dark
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| And face the sunshine in the dead end |