| A pallid shape is floating
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| A lurid shroud of fading life
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| What ones was a place so glimmering and bright
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| Has ignited itself and burnt out of light
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| I canonize thee, lord of the odius
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| For enlightening the path to perpetual might
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| For guiding me on this voyage
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| With nothing but scornful mirages in sight
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| Devour me, oh immense shadow
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| This locus is cursed, shroud me forever
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| Damnation be my lodestar
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| For humanity carves my veins
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| I’ve been nailed to a cross of anguish
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| Crucified above to behold
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| The blind, the loathsome’s strife in vain
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| The holyness of those who should suffer my pain
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| Lunar strains of morbid grace
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| Reflections of nocturnal mysteries
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| Eternally hidden for their eyes
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| As what awaits behind…
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| Branded by the unpure light
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| But still, You like I
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| Reaches for the dark
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| And even further…
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| As symbols of life we are fading
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| To were this twilight reaches night
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| A pallid shape is strangled
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| As my soul and his darkness unite
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| It won’t shine through
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| Believe it, you’re never to see
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| That my flesh is carved with spells
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| Of mankinds destiny
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| Blessed with contempt
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| For what has edged my strife
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| And through sacrilegous veils
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| I dethrone life |