| Within the bells of eternity chiming, darkness takes us still
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| We partake now of each others indulgence, according to our will
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| The tears are the same as they struggle to blame
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| Congregation shall be burnt to the ground
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| For the fictions of insanity are holiest hypocrisy
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| Suffocating now without a sound
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| I hear you now from a thousand voids
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| Removed from time and timelessness
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| Where incarnations of simple nouns
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| Are beings each with golden crowns
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| Out beneath the open night
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| A wanderer lies weeping
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| In some unspoken sadness
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| While her dream is oversleeping
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| Her dreams ablaze with accursed fire
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| Of regret and eternal vigils
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| Hallowing nights, temptations lust
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| Combined of Luciferian sigils
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| Death will come as sudden
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| By the magik of our Coven
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| And the ultimate horror is told
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| I stand alone and solemn
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| In the presence of Amon
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| I am sacrifice slowly going cold
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| Like embers of the fallen Deinoachus
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| Dreamt forth of cadavers we sere the face of sadness
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| I hath thee, and now firmly than those who fear
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| For upon the shores of languidity, lie the symphone sounds
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| And fainted cries of battle
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| Embracing graveless winter, thy goddess luna
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| Arise infernal one and makes the gates appear
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| For thou canst not look upon me in shame and
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| Forever tethered in your thoughts and I
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| Yet without being consumed in thy reflection
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| For thou art luciferia, my enchantress of the night
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| Thy silken Venus engraved with winds of forth loving deity
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| And sweetness itself on thy lips
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| Yet with eagerness to consume and thus fena cafa weeps
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| Wrapped in teighlight ecstasy as supernal warriors
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| Upon the shores of Avalon
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| Where dwelleth thee, they webs of ebony demand the
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| Dreams macabre
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| Capturing thy splendour in pain
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| And perpetually invoking the danse macabre
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| And wishes drowned in fathomless seed
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| That she might touch again
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| The face of her beloved benightress
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| To submit and to purge Eden
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| As she descends as a glowing silhouette
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| Her duality seething lure
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| That cuts her loose from her marionette
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| Her spirit still dark and impure
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| The ribbons of faith and crest held wraith
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| In potent ebony dreaming of our legend |