| Hie hence, be gone, away
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| Dividing clouds reveal the day
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| The dawn has broken from the dark
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| And thou must leave my lair, so hark
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| It was I who rode the demon wings
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| That pierced their joyful purity
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| At night my spirit lonely sings
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| And feasts with bloodstained prophecy
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| As thoughts wage war beneath my skin
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| They leave bleeding wounds within
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| Last drop of blood, the ruin of gods
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| Combine in the prophet’s heart
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| So speak, be heard
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| Let sickness paint this earth
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| Behold, stand bold
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| Abide to witness the rebirth
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| As I march through this moonlit realm
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| I fell these torments overwhelm
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| For cosmic soul would now exhale
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| Its demons upon this earthly veil
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| It was I who rode the demon wings
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| That pierced their joyful purity
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| At night my spirit lonely sings
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| And feasts with bloodstained prophecy
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| But living is swinging between life and death
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| False values that surely would steal your last breath
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| I stood on the shore counting stars upon my head
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| A victim I was, constellations I shed
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| Now virtues wept in pain
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| Their prophecies were so bloodstained
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| He spoke, was heard
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| And demise fled away before this howling curse
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| In pouring rain I drench myself
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| And let it wash away the pain
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| For life escaped from my own veins
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| As call of god conquered this race
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| It was I who rode the demon wings
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| That pierced their joyful purity
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| At night my spirit lonely sings
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| And feasts with bloodstained prophecy |