| the veil of qemetiel broken
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| a breath of negation exhaled
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| roots of the column of wrath
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| forming anew what once failed
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| the veil of belial cracked open
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| a godless formation is born
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| fragments of worlds of pure evil
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| the unified ain soph to ban
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| from the great deep tannin raised it’s head, pushing all reason aside
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| from sterile and dark waters so dead rushing a chaotic tide
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| a sip from the poisonous oceans of old for each man and woman to take
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| ripping the first veil to evil unfold… creation, now embrace the snake
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| from the great deep negation arose, the other, the hostile and black
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| mother and father, birthgiver of those preparing the final attack
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| demons of old, dead worlds born anew, the dragon in fragments alive
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| a wellspring of power known only by few, on chaos and evil we thrive
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| the twingod of chaos is crowned
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| cosmic severity born
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| secrets of kingdoms aborted
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| the womb of the dragon now torn
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| from the great deep our powers arrive, from vovin, the lord beyond lords
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| the current of death to keep us alive, books without words as our swords |
| from the great deep our cups overflow to poison the meak and benign
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| the void that gave birth to our lord the great foe is our spiritual food,
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| our mine
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| from the great deep tannin whips it’s tail, a pulse from the outside within
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| the darkest of currents we follow and hail to lead us to ultimate sin
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| edomite rulers from whom we derive now balanced and vital in us
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| qliphotic tunnels into which we dive are pathways to our final cause |