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| And it dies with you, fades like old paint.
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| Peels off like humid and dead skin, a new journey begins.
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| The phase of the first change has come… hard marble touch my face.
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| My shepherd is the Devil… I walk with him into the cold … forever.]
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| In here, the circle is compelte… cold place of him, again — Impamiiz
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| A never setting moon, always here, always in… lurking down below
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| I am Magus Impamiiz Graa, enchanted one of me, I am the Lord of his
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| house of flesh, his heart and eyes to see
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| We are entwined in the nerves of all
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| We are the rays if Igraa, Impamiiz
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| Cold space of him… the second one
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| (I am the) First gate to all and none
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| I am the robe in which he walks to thread the path of doom
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| I am the core of all beliefs, master Satan we are all here!
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| Magic, vigorous, splendour Impamiiz
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| I am now the face of the demon lord
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| Potent, ruler, majestic, master
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| We will walk with the Devil into the cold… forever
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| Robber of sleep I know you too well
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| Senders of the rays from the circular cold place
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| A secret place, my own place
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| Undisturbed and undetected — The cold palace… |