| The shattering of old illusions — created new surges of chaos
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| No longer driven by ancient hungers — I grabbed the poisoned chalice
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| Clawing at the churning night — Thus rose my cosmic ambitions
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| Riding the snake in divine rebellion — Wandering the nebular centuries
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| The precious ones
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| Brought the planetary elements apart
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| Leading the universe
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| Towards new and possessive aeons
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| These thoughts and emotions equaled the night
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| Revealed in the starborn cataclysmic attributes
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| Like monuments of unageing intellect
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| Seeking the sight — In shining dreamlike presence
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| The shattering of old illusions — created new surges of chaos
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| No longer driven by ancient hungers — I grabbed the poisoned chalice
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| The paradox of the paragons are many
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| Side by side… entangled in the complete
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| Dancing on the surface of devilish laments
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| I tore apart the worlds fabric of rational beliefs
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| Drawn inside a mirage in which I will drown
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| How simple I alone — could end all those dreams
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| …Majesty — The last of dragons carried my faith…
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| Dancing on the surface of devilish laments
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| I tore apart the worlds fabric of rational beliefs
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| Drawn inside a mirage in which I will drown
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| How simple I alone — could end all those dreams |