| «How you would please me, Night! |
| without your stars
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| Which speak a foreign dialect, that jars
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| On one who seeks the void, the black, the bare
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| Yet even your darkest shade a canvas forms
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| Whereon my eye must multiply in swarms
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| Familiar looks of shapes no longer there»
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| Vision of disorder…
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| Meritorious, perpetual annihilation
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| Fountains of blood running down with rain
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| Washing away the stench of mankind’s putrefaction
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| Hail! |
| We are the Legion Of Chaos
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| Hail! |
| Bow to the Legion Of Doom
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| Chaos… sperm and ova of all species
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| Chaos… bringer of darkness and daylight
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| «You forests, like cathedrals, are my dread
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| You roar like organs. |
| Our curst hearts, like cells
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| Where death forever rattles on the bed
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| Echo your de Profundis as it swells
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| My spirit hates you, Ocean! |
| sees, and loathes
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| Its tumults in your own. |
| Of men defeated
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| The bitter laugh, that’s full of sobs and oaths
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| Is in your own tremendously repeated»
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| Fountains of blood running down with rain
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| Washing away the stench of mankind’s putrefaction
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| Hail! |
| We are the Legion Of Chaos
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| Hail! |
| Bow to the Legion Of Doom
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| Chaos… sperm and ova of all species
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| Chaos… bringer of darkness and daylight
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| Chaotic vision of the cosmos… |