| Majestic night everlasting in beauty and gloomy sadness
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| Thou supreme starfilled skies caress us and rock us to sleep
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| Of powers of this melancholy world with evil you us caress
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| Enchant this gathering and hold it in the grasp of your deep
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| Battles have been won and battles have been lost
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| And this is the darkness that we worship where foul is fair
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| Listen to the cries and the freezing cold pains long time gone
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| In the black winds we hover through fog and filthy air
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| Behold the race superior rise with overwhelming might
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| And the ages dark to come are filled with softly whispered promises
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| Where hate and desire are the greatest weapons in the commencing fight
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| Bonded by blood and by the dark arts we are fearless
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| At the very death of the Ophthalamian sun we’ll meet again
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| I will be the air we breath and black shall be the nights dress
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| Dark mistresses of greatest misery wrapped in lighting and rain
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| Cast your most cruel spells and paint the eclipse with deepest distress
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| We are the chosen all blessed with evil |