| The immaterial rend life
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| Through shapeless strife
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| This is sovereignty made absolute
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| Between demon gates we commute
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| No retreat once birth’s grip has you
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| Wails from the womb have damned you
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| Once sacred rites of lineage secured
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| From an egress of flesh they poured
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| Unborn tether fed, assuring they’re dead
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| Suspended growth, sworn to their oath
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| With certainty they shall dine
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| But by will, by our design
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| The immaterial rend life
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| Through shapeless strife
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| This is sovereignty made absolute
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| Between demon gates we commute
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| No retreat once birth’s grip has you
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| Wails from the womb have damned you
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| Once sacred rites of lineage secured
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| From an egress of flesh they poured
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| A sacrifice vital to our ascension
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| A crusade on life to abandon
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| You never were to share in our world
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| To depths untold you are hurled |