| In the hole of the serpent of the abyss
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| A thirst and a will planted in the child-hood of man
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| And even before the fall, adam had given in to sin
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| To iniquity and dominant desires
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| Delivering us a hunger for seperation and loss
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| The inner serpent is raised until we all fall blind
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| — and we sense the black dragon from afar!
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| Embodied and clear when in trance of death
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| Contained and dwelling in forbidden knowledge
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| For a moment here and never to be seen again!
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| What law is could now be deemed truth
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| When reaching out even beyond the left hand of god?
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| Oh, fools and harlots!
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| The wisdom herein burns far beyond comprehension
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| Even in the most vile worship!
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| Pathways glow in the night
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| Abyss after abyss, and further you fall!
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| Into the filth you stored
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| Among distorted faces and fallen spirits
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| A mirror of your every struggle
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| You hunger, starve and long for release
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| Drinking deep from fire and brimstone
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| Thrusting through the darkness of luna
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| Through black space
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| Greedily devouring the poison
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| And in tunnels deep and bizarre |
| What you deemed triumph dissolves
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| Further, further!
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| And in the loss of desire and effort
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| A single second of clarity |