| Space is deserted
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| But not lifeless!
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| Its sepulchral blackness is an unsuitable place
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| For the eyes that can see
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| His miracles are strange
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| And frightening and his gifts are terrible
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| Those who were when there was nothing
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| Those who were before nothing
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| Will shake off age-old torpor
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| Will rise in all abomination
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| Will sit on the empty throne
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| Of homo-asapience
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| Will make nests in the guts
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| Of the defeated king of nature
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| Will make nests in the guts
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| Will rise in all abomination
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| Their hands are on your throat
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| But you can’t see them
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| Do you have the strength
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| To fight the poison that is worse than death?
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| Their hands are on your throat
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| But you can’t see them
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| Do you have the strength
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| To resist the will of the stars?
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| Horror that crawled out the belly of starless night
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| Horror that’s stretching for thousands years
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| Horror that is relentless, insatiable, invisible
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| The world of light is cursed and enslaved forever
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| Listen and obey, mother-borns!
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| Bow your heads before praised with howl!
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| Let sate them with your warm blood
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| Giving the life to their descendants!
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| Horror that awakened by boiling blood
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| Horror that came for death
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| Horror that’s relentless, insatiable, invisible
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| The age of fear and fires
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| Will make nests in the guts
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| Of the defeated king of nature
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| Will make nests in the guts
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| Will rise in all their abomination
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| Horror that crawled out the belly of starless night
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| Horror that’s stretching for thousands years
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| Horror that is relentless, insatiable, invisible
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| The world of light is cursed and enslaved
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| Forever! |