[Seconde Lecon]
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We entered the heart of darkness.
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And in the dead of light,
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The Seventh Angel poured his vial into the air.
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Embosomed in my Temple is a statue bereft of life.
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Sweet umberbird, lighten her eyes lest she sleeps the sleep of death,
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For she has seen the Face of God and her life must be preserved.
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We met Luvadea, Maughter of mine,
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And crowned her with emeralds and innocence.
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But she was wearing the cobalt raiment of the Angel of Death.
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Your bloodstained hair sears me in a sea of snakes,
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A sun of amaranths,
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With rays crawling on the Fields of Tears.
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Adorn me in your torpid Temple
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And forgive me if I cannot wake this dormant smile in your eyes.
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The Cyllenian god did love my sweet music forlorn.
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Elohim, Elohim Sabaoth, EloO ShaddaO, AdonaO,
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When the Sun remains silent,
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I will lay my angels down,
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For the Arch of my Temple is a parchment of blood.
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Even Death has fled from me.
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I have seen the Face of God
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And yet my life has been preserved.
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The Bride of the Lamb poured herself into me.
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And Despair fell on us,
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As if we had entered the heart of darkness...
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Umbra
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| Elend |
