| Triumph is the first syllabus
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| I despise your kind
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| Weak, frightened
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| In the face of reality
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| Do you feel my blade inside your pluck?
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| You proved your worth, earn my awe
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| Now shall you call upon the second Mercurial Count
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| I shall be obliged, I shall be obliged
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| Samaël be my witness…
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| Do not foul yourself with joy
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| As victory is not eternal
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| The man staring back in the mirrors of old
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| Will always reflect your triumph of failures
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| Keep it high and my guidance will be yours
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| Let it go and my blade will kiss your flesh
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| You proved your worth, earn my awe
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| Now shall you call upon the second Mercurial Count
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| I shall be obliged, I shall be obliged
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| Samaël be my witness…
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| But thou art toddler and my blood
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| And until we meet again I’ll love and slaughter
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| Your siblings with all my heart and rusted…
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| …steel!
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| Thus spoke Botis |