As I march towards the stars to meet the gods of creation
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Leaving the past behind
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As I march forward into time
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The light of the stars reflects my eyes
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Traveling the immense distances of the cosmos
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All for the need of knowledge
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As I am blinded by the intense light of the stars
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My vision fades
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When my sight returns the true face of the creator
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Is revealed to me
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The sign of the horns is all I can see
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The journey has weakened me
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But when I finally meet him
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I am filled with delight
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As I feel the presence of the mighty
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All my soul is strengthened again by the will of the darkest power
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As I know now I am one of them
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I am assured of highly diabolical possessed arts
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My dreams of this diabolical meeting
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They have finally come true
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Oh, mighty master of all dark
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Lord Satan, my existence is thine
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A Diabolical Meeting
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| Funeral Winds |
