| Agathodaemon he sighs in his whispers towards the skies
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| You tyrants unfit for this phantast cowered to prestige
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| In his reconciled nest just as you promised
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| From his last glimpse of life the sunlight blinds his eyes
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| Fallen is abaddon she has become a cell for demons
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| For every foul bird every beast for the angels have
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| Drunk the wine of her licentious passion the kings of the
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| Sky have fucked her untouched strike down the blistering sun
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| Downtrodden aura hoax the sidewinders pave the way
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| To orcus necropolis black abaddon lay wretched in disgust
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| Exhaled by the breath of god onto glass as though
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| It was scribbled in my flesh you die silver flames
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| Stare back at me and stretch from his chin to crash down
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| On my skull long faced descendant
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| Why must you gather at the stage of my fall
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| You should be crawling at the side of my foot as dagon
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| And believe i saw michael with the key as imprisoned wings
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| Curl detached from forever from heaven down
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| Arioc uzziel down moloch and so very low he climbs
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| Beneath the dead below the orchid blossom go now
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| Cherub unfeeling sew your fragrance sadness into the quilts of
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| Those who wish to wither in you blink as i spit gist in your mind as
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| You are no glistening son of mine wrestle you pawn through three
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| Hundred and sixty sullen degrees of patients unknown |