I readthe signs from the eyes of the dead, and saw the seed of still-born tomorrow.
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I heard the future from the realms of hell, the symphonies burdened with sorrow.
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There would be a Messiah, not quite the saviour they promised you.
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In Him the sensations of pain arise, He is the redeemer, the devourer of light.
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From the fear inside you would born disorder,
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spreading like rats upon ruins (like despair among angels.)
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bringing forth the "apocalypse" and all it holds inside.
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The true gift from the kingdoms beyond.
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There would be a messiah, not quite the saviour they promised you.
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In Him all nightmares resite.
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He is the redeemer, the devourer of fucking light...
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...And there would be legions triumphant!
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Bloodstained hands speaking of their devotion.
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Thousand times thousand wings would whip the air.
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Inbred bastards of jehovah...!
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No need to fear the abyss, no need to shed a tear, not a single soul would
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be sent to hell...
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...For Hell is what we'd have here!
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Words Of The Prophet
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| Thyrane |
