| Moon child
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| Spawned of rage
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| Soon child
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| The dawning of a golden age
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| Four and twenty acts have passed
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| Since the pact was signed in blood
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| Now this fifth lustrum will surely grasp
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| The children of the holy
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| With music wracked like final gasps
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| From hearts that broken
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| Flood
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| Whilst ruby-wedding talons clasp
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| This silver anniversary
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| Moon child
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| Spawned of rage
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| Soon child
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| The dawning of a golden age
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| Vermillion rivers slither past
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| Racing roads to Shangri-La
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| Where a million souls aquiver ask
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| Small mercies of the holy
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| Like flowers plucked from crimson tar
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| On florid banks
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| The priests waft their scent through horrid bars
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| To incense the greater beast
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| Bereft of their seas of sweet dreams
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| He brings tidings of pain
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| War songs in the key of death
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| Sharpened through famine and plague
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| The knife at the throat of all murder
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| He wrote whilst in chains
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| And there was given to him a mouth
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| Speaking great things and blasphemies
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| And power was given unto him
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| To blaspheme against God
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| And them that dwell in heaven
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| And it was given unto him to make war with the saints
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| And to overcome them
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| And risen from imprisonment
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| With so many nations to tame
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| Past Caesars and Tsars are but lesions and scars
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| To the backs of beyond he reclaims
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| For what is not told nor writ bold to his face
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| Is now whispered to the torturer’s cheek
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| And with the rapport whores and sorcerers make
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| His kingdom embraces both the Pope and the State
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| The suck and the fuck of the wait
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| And a glut and a covetous Satan
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| The suck and the fuck of the wait
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| And come what may
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| A glut and a covetous Satan
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| Pre-ordained
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| Moon child
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| Spawned of rage
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| Soon child
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| The dawning of a golden age |