| Within the bells of eternity chiming, darkness takes us still
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| We partake now each others indulgence, according to our will
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| The tears are the same as they struggle to blame
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| Congregation shall be burnt to the ground
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| For the fictions of insanity are holiest hypocrisy
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| Suffocating now without a sound
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| I hear you now from a thousand voids
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| Removed from time and timelessness
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| Where incarnations of simple nouns
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| Are beings each with golden crowns
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| Out beneath the open night
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| A wanderer lies weeping
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| In some unspoken sadness
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| While her dream is oversleeping
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| Her dreams ablazed with accursed fire
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| Of regret and eternal vigils
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| Hallowing nights, temptations lust
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| Compiled of satanic sigils
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| Death will come as sudden
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| By the magik of our Coven
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| The ultimate horror is told
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| I stand alone and solemn
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| In the presence of Amon
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| I am sacrifice slowly going cold
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| Dreams ablazed with accursed fire
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| Of regret and eternal vigils
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| Hallowing nights, temptations lust
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| Compiled of satanic sigils
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| Out beneath the open night
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| A wanderer lies weeping
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| In some unspoken sadness
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| While her dream is oversleeping
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| Demand the dreams macabre
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| The danse macabre |