| Let me be called the conqueror of no tomorrows
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| Through the cosmic graves I shall reclaim the throne
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| The locks to the doors of salvation rusts forever
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| As I melt the keys of hope and craft the daggers
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| The power to stop this genocide is in my hands
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| What I could have done…
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| But the will is string as the vision gets so clear
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| Watch CHILE burn in pieces disappear
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| I reflect inside the downwards spiral
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| A descent into the thousand shapes of Vril
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| Ethereal and black the source of domination
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| At the final stage of space and time
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| As I lead this blazing mass
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| The one light I need
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| Is the one of collapsing stars
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| As the monads we’ve built from the scars
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| As the silver-mirrors pass by
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| On this myriad of disgrace horizons
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| Amidst the bowels of Earth
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| Solo: FPK
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| As the portals are calling us back
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| As humanity loses its path
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| On this myriad of disgrace horizons
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| Amidst the bowels of Earth |