Darkness is my friend, fist and blade
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The enemy launches a purple stream, carrion at his feet,
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Athena rules here one way or another, he was small and knew.
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It is naked without her advice, and it is not for us to change those covenants,
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Ezekiel and we - a segment of millions of miles,
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And to be cut off means to be friends with others.
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Everything is wrong, there is no dispute, Bethlehem is no more like a city,
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And my crazy bouquet is short years
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But I'm proud that our beards are up
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And I give coldness and laughter to the new attacks,
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Hunger and death, everything will be slaughtered, there will be a century of pain, loss,
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If I am a beast, if Athena is everywhere,
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I believe she will justify death, although I don’t know how,
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There will be a redistribution of changes, the day before ashes,
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I will turn, stained with blood, with a chopped wound,
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I know Ezekiel went down why.
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From room to room
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I take a step like a cobra
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As old as the Acropolis, and the Necronomicon book of ages,
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Amen, a-ha-ha-ha, but not imprinted with icons.
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Open the window to the world for a moment,
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After all, it breathes resentment, the blood of David,
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The evaporation of sarin
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Didn't Athena leave her abode?
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Now at the peak, in the glare of Light,
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I enter the layers of the atmosphere
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Dug lands, and there,
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My name is hidden, Ezekiel.
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Yes, it's been a million years
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I would have a mule in Bethlehem,
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But with a blow it was thrown back to Mecca ...
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God, open your eyelids!
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Skillfully, the hand of the thirst for loss,
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Separated names from bodies
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Emirs, Judas, Savva, Igor and Cyril
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They flew up! |