| The winds of darkness blow again…
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| Ridden by the mares of night
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| They beckon me in dreams and visions
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| From far beyond creations light they sing to me…
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| Wrathful beast of Satan’s fire
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| They urge me further on my path
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| Now soaked in froth and dark desire
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| At the threshold of the inverted womb I stand
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| Surrounded by darkness…
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| Amidst its blackened clearness
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| There is naught to veil my sight
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| I can behold as they ascend
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| The malformed horrors of the night
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| And feel the crosses turn…
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| Each sense grow dim as if one with the dead
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| And as I fall on my knees to the ground I am fed
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| With the fumes of shallow graves
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| Into the starless night, I follow the stench
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| Urged on by a thirst that can not be quenched
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| Into the starless night, I must go
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| The urge is so strong, it’s all that I know…
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| Satan’s hunger. |
| Satan’s hunger |