| I carry in the depths of my daimonic soul
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| Thy essence as a plague for the cosmic disgrace
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| Life is — nothing else but a dry cosmic shell
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| Surrounded by the seas of primordial chaos
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| From behind the nervous curtains
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| Of my trembling cosmic prison
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| The dark gods are firmly waiting
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| Filled with hatred for the cosmos;
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| Outside the frame of creation
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| Lies the darkest of all secrets
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| The magick of the queen dragon
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| Awaits for us to crush the gates!
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| I carry on the depths of my daimonic soul
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| Thy essence as a plague for the redundant farce
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| Life is — nothing else but a dry cosmic shell
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| Surrounded by the seas of primeval darkness
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| I am the pale figure hidden in a black cloack
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| Wandering the deserts to summon up evil!
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| I bring the secret holes
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| To this disgraceful realm
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| By which a thousand years of blood
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| And strain escape! |