| We are as wolves amongst ruins!
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| Oh, ye sons of Apollo crowned
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| Whose final rays depart
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| Safeguard thy Father’s embers
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| In the sanctum of thy heart
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| And stand unbent
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| Unbroken in storms untamed
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| And let the winds
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| Stir your embers to blazing flames!
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| We are as wolves amongs ruins!
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| Oh, ye sons of Apollo horned
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| Whose inferno now shines in the Hell
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| Bear witness to the end
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| An Aeon’s death-knell
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| Our final jubilation
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| shall be in the tolling of its bell !
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| Morse Triumphalis
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| We who arise within our fall
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| Oh, te sons of Apollo horned
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| Whose inferno now shines in the hell
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| Bear witness to the end
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| An Aeon’s death-knell
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| As wolves among ruins
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| As wrathful gods amongst decay
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| Before the gates in hell
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| The sword of justine bequeathed to slay As wolves among ruins
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| As revenants of Father’s past
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| Hearts darkened with the light
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| A black sun doth cast
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| «who is worthly of the name of man?
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| Who does not want to be tested and
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| does not look for a dangerous task?
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| For the strong man inaction is torture.
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| There is only one sight able to command
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| the attention even of a god…» -Seneca
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| Stand unbent
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| Unbroken in stormns untamed
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| And let the winds
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| Stir yout embers to blazing-flames!
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| We are as wolves amongst ruins!
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| A cycle ends
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| Yet we stand in the night depraved
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| To salute the dawn
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| While flling to our graves. |