| And I dreamt of libricide and fire, a flaming pyramid opening the desert nights
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| Flaring letter’s in mad laughter swirling across the sky, like screeching
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| simurghs unchained
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| That stole the keys right out of St. Peter’s hand to dare the borders to
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| forgotten lands
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| Shine you terrible lamp of Wisdom, shine upon the desert fields of night
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| Shine within flesh and blackest mire, for my tongue has a dire taste for fire
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| Fallen into the wastelands of our dreams
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| Where I’m wildered unto the forbidden gleam, of Azazel’s burning sacrament and
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| sword
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| So descend upon these lands, Estrangement’s Lord
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| Throw me into the depths where you once fell, to be accursed and blessed within
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| the springs of Hell
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| To pass outside the route of heaven’s stars and die to the yoke of heaven’s law
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| I’ve become something I’ve never dreamt of before, my words all burnt within
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| your unearthly torch
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| My name re-written in your blazing winds and known is the secret of Shemyazaz'
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| sin
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| «O Nimbus of a daimonic crown, blaze forth across eternity for me
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| The night is wholly mine and in Death’s kiss it is sealed
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| Where light and darkness conjoin, I have buried my Will towards expanses
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| impossible
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| And opened the road unto where thoughts bow before: Red, Holy, Chaos-flame» |