| De profundis mors advocat!
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| The pact is sealed, crystallised
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| Dark are the paths without return
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| Ash and blood colour my world
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| Ever downward winding steps spiraling to the utmost depths
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| Where the sun is but a memory of a murdered dream
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| As if emerged from the Abyss
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| Evoked by his own tongue
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| Antichrist, Devil’s child
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| Possessed by the night
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| Through will unfettered in darkness
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| Death was granted life
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| The blind man was given sight
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| And the fivefold star to shine forevermore
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| As a flame within the heart
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| Restlessly beckoning through
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| The guilt and vanity of a world deaf to it’s call
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| To dare what’s lit sole by the friar’s lantern
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| Through labyrinths so desolate and dark
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| To travel far in solitude and silence
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| 'cross thornclad deserts vast
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| To witness the erection of a temple
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| At the place where order dies and chaos unfold
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| It’s tower shall lean out over the precipice
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| Oh the wonder’s those that mount it shall behold
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| For there the waves of Absu smash the rocks of definition
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| And feast upon them with erosive force
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| Yes there the ancient giants of primordial waters
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| Are hunting in the twilight near the shores
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| And I am their son, my ribcage the shrine, my flesh the prison
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| For my blood is their blood, my will is theirs
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| Mine is the gift that shall conquer all fears
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| See my glowing eyes reflect a heart that burns
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| That in turn reflects the chasm for which it yearns
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| He shall return to the Abyss
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| Heeding his masters call
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| Antichrist, Devil’s child
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| At one with the night
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| Wordless without form in deepest depths
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| Yet most besung, most present and most high
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| Thou wellspring from which horror’s holy flow
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| Through gates wide open
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| Thou who placed these words of praise upon my lips
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| The infant’s cry and the rapist’s sigh of joy
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| The world has gone blurred but the road gets
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| Ever clearer in search of thy burning kingdom |