[The Holy Holt:]
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The end is near!
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Time nears the end
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the utmost foe is dead!
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Consume his flesh and sip his blood
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Belch then:
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'time nears the end... '
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From furtive hole his blood shed forth
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none cares of misty source
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of shady wood with its foliage-streams
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rush rolling forth the vaults
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[Caym:]
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Our utmost foe is to be gone to rack and ruin!
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Now
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we'll destroy his path has been created
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in such devious way!
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We'll shred apart array
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of his false prophets led our flock astray!
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[The Holy Holt:]
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How should they know?
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[Caym:]
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Destroy them!
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Destroy them!
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[The Holy Holt:]
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Time nears the end!
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[Caym:]
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Their scripts proved to be utterly crooked!
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[The Holy Holt:]
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They will clear away all your memories!
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They will confound your limbs with deadly disease!
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Only they will march with you hand in hand
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to derail your dreams
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behold them nearing the end!
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The end is near!
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Decline appeared
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to reign obliquely among the kings!
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[Caym:]
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But to no avail!
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It's not e'en insane and sick
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dead on the contrary
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Its head is nowhere to be found
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it even cannot speak so gear it up as horse!
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[Oze:]
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To be exact its corpse!
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And if you please exert yourself to ride this trunk!
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[The Holy Holt:]
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Our GOD prefers to dwell among the ruins
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thus he does reveal his orifice obliquely!
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Dilapidated mill shows no arrogance
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We will make up our mind
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to be akin those sacred trees!
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To dwell in silent grove!
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Amid the trees with shining leaves and fruits!
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Admire this sacred grove!
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Make up your mind
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to be as complaisant as you can!
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[Caym:]
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Oh please avoid imprudent wishes
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to know the way our savior rose to be reborn!
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[The Holy Holt:]
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We are not daunted by such distance!
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We'll ride our horses toward clouds
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in defiance of roaring storm!
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[Caym:]
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All alone!
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From ruin tomb in a forgotten land
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seen through the eyes of the dead!
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[The Holy Holt:]
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All alone!
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From ruin tomb in a forgotten land...
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[Caacrinolaas:]
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So there is nothing for it but to do your best
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to be dead!
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[Peter:]
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How shall I be...
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My demon
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show me the way!
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How shall I turn to dust...
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My demon
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show me the way
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I can abet your swarm
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[The Holy Holt:]
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Time nears the end!
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Time nears the end!
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He has done this alone
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all alone!
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From a ruin tomb in a forgotten land
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He'll ne'er be dead!
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[Oze:]
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All alone he escaped myriad
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of those spluttering saints!
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He left them all not resentful but dead!
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All alone he came softly up behind
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no one sow
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no one heard gloating over the senseless corpse...
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He has done this alone
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all alone!
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Fallen one leaves no victim undone!
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But no one ever knows
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how did he strive
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showing to demons their ways!
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Strove to survive
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for there was so much at stake!
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Time nears the end!
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Time nears the end!
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[Caacrinolaas:]
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Deep down thy art thou goest
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painting thy dauby picture
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looks like hell but does the same not a dreg!
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For prancing w-horse of yours
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only ill-gotten creatures
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so they ought to be ill-spent!
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(so they say in either case)
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Shine on brighter than the sun anon
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chasing your hoax-horizons
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denizens of boggy path you've searched for
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meant not to be led astray in anyway...
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Never...
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[Oze:]
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Never...
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never...
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[The Holy Holt:]
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He found his way into his kingdom
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[Caym:]
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As one would expect
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he's left the gloomy wood for grove!
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[The Holy Holt:]
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He found his way into the heaven!
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Again we have got our lord
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in his place high above!
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All alone!
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From ruin tomb in a forgotten land
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seen through the eyes of the dead!
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All alone!
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From ruin tomb in a forgotten land
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you came so gloriously to be (dead) the only One!
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[Caacrinolaas:]
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For fallen angels leave no victims
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no their remains e'en
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thus appear the hand of fallen one
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...to turn his concubine into the ruins
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and reign and rule among the ruins he has done!
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The Holy Holt entering Sacred Grove
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We have done this alone
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all alone!
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[Caym:]
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...through the sweet Eucharist of these trees!
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Brothers do taste their gifts!
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[The Holy Holt:]
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Holy oaks!
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| You've been meant by our lord for us |
