| All ysop burnt, all fruits are poisoned
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| Zaddik failed and Zebaoth lost
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| The lambs are banished, the temple is soiled
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| March on white ruin, infernal host
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| So come forth, Lord of the triple number
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| Rise, oh trinity of DEATH, DEATH and DEATH
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| Burn this vermin world in its most deep slumber
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| And to all of Sheob, give the sulphur breath
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| Blacken all their ghastly colours
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| And freeze to scorn their charity warmth
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| Smear our sin to their most pure innocense
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| And nail them all to the cross!!!
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| For they live to die, we die to live
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| Our beginning is their end!
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| While they fall with twelve, we rise with seven
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| So wake the astral serpent by Thy pale hand!!!
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| All ysop burnt, all fruits are poisened
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| Adonai failed and Elohim lost
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| The lambs are slaughtered, our temple shines golden
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| Crawl on your ruin, seraphic host …
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| And my tongue speaks ancient names
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| Forbidden psalms above the flames
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| My heart pumps but void into my veins
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| My puls runs slow, too slow for chains
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| For chains that tie me down to earth
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| For chains that keep up this organic curse
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| …for I see horns…
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| …golden horns…
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| …for I see horns…
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| …HORNS… |