| Behold, he whose ebon nimbus blots out the face of god
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| He who weaves the Lethean spirit about the dying hearts of man
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| He who art the Black Dawn raised to enfold the earth within starless pitch
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| Concealing the splendors of heaven
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| Arch- glutton who feasts upon the flesh of infancy with prolicidal hunger
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| Imperator of beguilement and the unbroken dream whose gramarge hath entangled
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| my being alow the soporic waters
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| From my somnolence I now stir, for through the pathways of thy hidden vestiges
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| unveiled
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| Within this sweven underdark, I have gained the Gateway of Dawn, and I awaken
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| Arisen that I may behold thee, O' puissant lord, with eyes unveiled
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| And thy Name with the first first breath of life
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| At which thy gates are thrown wide, baring me no longer from thy high-sealed
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| sovereignty
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| Verify I come forth in tempest, crowed with flames and a vest of unyielding
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| night
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| Betwixt the houses of slumber and awakening, to slay thee with the adamant
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| spears of my tongue
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| And usurp thy palace of death, sealing myself within thy star-fire throne
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| Resplendent above
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| My wings unfurling sable across the blazing heavens
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| As I consume my brood in bounty
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| Satiating the hunger of a god |