| Time! |
| As a demon I rise, feeling the hunger
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| I gather us for the final Sabbath at last on this night
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| And I fly as the nightshade attacks the light
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| As it makes me the strings of thy wrath and all-conquering sin
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| Down into the hunt! |
| Till the darkness allows
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| None of their bastions will be safe on this hour
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| Before the daylight devours our flesh, I wonder
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| How many will manage to flee?
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| This night is worth the whole life
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| Yet the prophecy says we all to be burnt in the pitiful dawn
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| So be it! |
| This oath’s yet to serve us:
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| In torments and deaths to unite!
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| Passing the burning cliffs
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| Our ship is leaving the bay
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| Remember us for the others won’t
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| As morning strikes
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| It feels the day
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| Up with the mass
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| Of deadly horror
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| It wakes the dead up
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| To proceed with rot
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| And thus provide them all
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| With new turmoil
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| Master! |
| Art thou hearing me call?
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| Through these storms that I’ve summoned
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| As a tribute to thy majesty!
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| Regard! |
| Oh, Almighty!
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| Thy mortal bride is prepared
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| And blessed she lies awaiting thee…
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| Thou, who allowed me to be thy choirs of sorrow
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| In ascendant stream of this symphony
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| Heavier are my wings, yet it was damn worth of trying
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| To reach this height to fall from so desperately
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| And here it comes… |