| From the vaults below the deserttemple
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| To the throne among the stars
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| In the hearts of us, your children, oh divine luminary
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| Thou shineth!
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| Like sunbeams penetrating the foundations of the earth
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| Thine grace ignites the seeds of creation
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| And in our veins is stillness, as your shadows come to life
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| For they are like whispers speaking of
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| …death in heaven
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| Behold the black cloud of corpselike birds
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| Their wings are on fire
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| And their song has turned backwards
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| A morbid cacaphony singing of…
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| A new dawn!
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| Burn my flesh, thou light of lights
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| Most eminent perfection, most magnificent of sights
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| Mark me with thee, stainless Ar
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| Most real, so clear and bright they shine both eye and star
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| Descend upon the dead, black sky
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| By a grace of just one glance they all shall die
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| Pour the bitter wine of salvation into our blood
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| And let our scars form rivers flooding the kingdom of their god
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| Let the immense gates of heaven open
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| Let the dawn of justice come
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| When a thousand pale and silenced faces
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| Turn towards the sky
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| To behold in fear and wonder how the firmanent turns dark
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| By the sound of a lonely trumpet calling
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| And countless birdlike carrions falls reeking from above
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| Embedded in a red glow telling of…
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| A burning dawn!
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| For this sunrise shall not wake you by the foul light of Christ
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| But by Satan’s fire burning in your eyes
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| And the thundering voice of a lion over the plains of man
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| Shall proclaim the horned phoenix final rise
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| For it is not rain that falls tonight from the black, ominious sky
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| But sulphur tears from the last flock of birds
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| And the wind carries the smell of death, from the agony in their hearts
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| As the fly in nameless fear towards…
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| Luciferion! |