| I’m slave to the arms of the night and of the shadows
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| Caressed by the storms and the spines of wanton fantasies
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| Filthy unutterable rites, of pagan verity
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| Adorned by magickal scars
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| For the ones who believe, for the ones who really believe
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| I raise a toast to the gods of the damned and banned
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| A chalice to those who betrayed the gilded throne
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| Write of my journeys and fights back to back
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| Sing of my deeds and my glories
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| Hide all the things that are burning my heart
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| Deep down devouring my soul of black
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| Until I will confess and redeem
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| To the last arcane king
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| A kingdom got fattened by greed, by vicious longings
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| Luxury demons command
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| On the prowl of your vanity, look out for your enemies
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| I raise a toast to the gods of the damned and banned
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| A chalice to those who betrayed the gilded throne
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| I stand on the verge of malice — bless the hands of the wickedly pure
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| The fingers of the glorified to the back of the eternally blamed
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| Write of my journeys and fights back to back
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| Sing of my deeds and my glories
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| Hide all the things that are burning my heart
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| Deep down devouring my soul of black
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| Until I will confess and redeem
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| To the last arcane king
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| Sing of my deeds and glories — as my remains repose
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| Evocating maleficium — manuscript of death throes
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| Write of my journeys and fights back to back
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| Sing of my deeds and my glories
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| Hide all the things that are burning my heart
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| Deep down devouring my soul of black
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| Write of my journeys and fights back to back
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| Sing of my deeds and my glories
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| Hide all the things that are burning my heart
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| Deep down devouring my soul of black
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| Until I will confess and redeem (the arcane king)
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| Yes, redeem to the arcane king
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| I stand on the verge of malice
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| Blessed are the hands of the wickedly pure
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| Pointed the fingers of the glorified
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| To the backs of the eternally blamed
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| I stand on the verge of malice
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| Blessed are the hands of the wickedly pure
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| Pointed the fingers of the glorified
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| To the backs of the eternally blamed
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| I smell the blood of the reverenced
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| With reluctance and disgust
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| They’ll find the answers of their holy land
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| In the piss splattered on their graves
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| Until I will redeem — to the arcane king
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| Until I will redeem — to the arcane
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| To the arcane king |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Voynich Manuscript , by - Elvenking. Song from the album Secrets of the Magick Grimoire, in the genre Фолк-метал