| Glance so far up in the pyre
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| as flames hunts heaven high
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| it’s brought forth, a long
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| awaited illusion of burning
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| merciless hate.
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| And time shreds in pain
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| and hear a drop of golden hymns
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| to those heroes who grought glory
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| and hope to all those rasesof men
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| a longing…
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| for bright, forever
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| …feed with Gods love
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| So, they see this revelation
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| so dearly they trusted thier king
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| as they thought they where
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| engraved in his courage
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| A weak, pityful army…
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| …against the horned lord
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| Slaved are they beneath the spear
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| which reigns of diabolical power
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| Heavens dwan they faced
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| A shattered dream in viced pupose
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| for those of heaven light
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| a black cut on every limb
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| a hunting dusk on every mind
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| God is dethroned and all his
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| children dressed in white
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| will lick the cosmic nightsky
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| dripping of heavens blood
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| The fury is ours, all might and glory
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| united with him eternally
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| Hail, Hail my majesty
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| Hail Satan, my honour is for you |