Infernal regions filled with souls,
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No hope of resurrection.
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Well kept in this dark surrounding,
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Left to cruel subjection.
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But the King of Glory, spreading light, draws near
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To give salvation and to dispel all fear.
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He came to release and save
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Those lost and burning souls that crave... him!
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The Prince of Death and his Prince of Hell
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Exercise their godless might.
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In a permanent state, state of darkness
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All their pieces of mankind.
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The Lords of Hell commence to quarrel
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On Satan's sentence, sentence of death.
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Their sombre impious, impious dominion,
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Subjection lies ahead.
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The bringer of light approaches them,
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Trampling on the Prince of Hell.
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Sets him under the reign of Death
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And leaves the Princes to themselves.
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- to themselves.
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Infernal regions filled with souls,
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No hope of resurrection.
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Well kept in this dark surrounding,
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Left to cruel subjection.
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[From: The Apocryphal Books: Nicodemus, Chapters 16, 17 and 18]
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Behold His Arrival
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