| Awake my void-drunk eyes
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| Amidst the tumult of filth and rats
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| Awake amidst the waves of dismal Lethe
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| And behold in truth at last
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| Sunk and sunk and sunk have I
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| Into skin and sin and sleep
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| Yet this wasteland has revealed a gate
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| And my heart holds its key
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| O pierce the webs of dream
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| Pierce my cold lifeless heart
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| Nightbringer, lightbringer
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| Infernal firstborn spark
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| Ignite my funeral altar
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| And let me rise like the dawn
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| From the dregs of darkest ignorance
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| To the blinding light of your throne
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| So grant me now that sacred drink
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| From the spring of memory
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| Grant me those secret songs
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| That shall lull the stars to sleep
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| And when the night falls blackest
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| In the slumbering underground
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| Shall my woken soul take flight
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| On the rays of the serpent sun
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| I dance in maddest fervor
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| Ever backwards through death’s door
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| And beneath my hooves of steel
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| Break the masks that I once wore
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| O, see how bright it burns
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| That fire for which I seek
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| That the faces of angels boil off
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| And their ashes sing its majesty!
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| Praise thee!
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| Mystery!
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| The muses of the ogdoad!
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| That thine secret psalmody
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| Paeon! |
| Apollon!
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| Speak through me thine prophecy!
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| Higher and higher! |
| Beyond the seven I shall reach
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| Blind my sight with gold and blood and lapis lazuli
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| Deeper and deeper! |
| Into the very heart of the sun
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| Below the shadows fall in multitude
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| But here the light is one |