| Come forth dawn of the Self!
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| Wicked power and glory bright
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| Hear the music of the World;
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| Awake, (awake!) 'O dreadful God
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| Thee with fervor I glorify;
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| From thee I draw my nature true!
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| Thy thousand hosts are spread
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| Embattled over darkened skies;
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| We the faithful on life feed
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| Lifting now thy mighty flame on high!
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| Thou who seek out the prophet false
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| To purge his kin and fallacy
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| Hurling him down from his towers above
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| As a thunderbolt to Hell!
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| Bestow me with power & Will
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| In secret lies the five-pointed splendor
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| With Knives & Candles I embrace
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| An avatar of thy greatness
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| Thee with fervor I commend;
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| From thee I draw my nature true!
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| I lift up my voice and all livings tremble
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| I unveil my face and all that liveth is no more
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| The WORD is broken up… There is Knowledge! |