Deep, in the midst of a frozen forest
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Winds enhance the nights exquisite colour
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On a wooden throne of thousands of carved nightmares
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Sits an obscure grim figure, yet with a salient paleness
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"Was your task fruitful", a dry voice inquires,
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"Have you created what was agreed upon"?
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"Yes we have, oh dark master, to the unholy
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Heritage he is, now, drawn".
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"Leave me at once-begone-fetch him,
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For a new era shall be born"
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Come walk towards our alluring trinity
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Free your bewildered senses & memories
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Entangle with our bodies, grasp our quivering breasts
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Taste & indulge on our salty, wet flesh.
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Our liquid of desire turns your dry lips moist
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Melt in our seduction, forget your painful loss
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Merge with our beings, as you're wrapped in treachery
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Our beguiling quilt of wrath wiles your fragile will to live
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Take a step into our hellish blaze
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Let this bewitching serum-poison your veins
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Now, follow our malice to your new destination
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Purge yourself to this renewal of creation
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"This weather of tantalized intentions
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Will fertile our malicious plots & schemes
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Hark, witches of emotional-decay,
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Harbor our chosen one-in my domain"
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Dead frozen boughs-break in pain
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As these four strange-images walk through the forest plains
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Through the trees, and through the sinuous paths
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Strolls this company-the odour of evil left behind
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Sensuality pours like a fresh mountain-spring
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Evil's voluptuousness fills the forest's hollow seeds
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Observe the powerful magic which thrives between the leaves
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Kneel and may you turn to be the new symbol of our breed
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"You are the chosen one from all mankind
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To be my messanger, to be my right-hand
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You shall be my mouth to speak
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Which I haven't dared for thousands of years"
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I am but a poor lonely shade
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Raped, deprived, stripped of everything I've-ever made
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Anointed to bring upon man, plant or breast
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This new tide to be released
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This is my destiny
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We'll ride the twilight-shores of mysteries
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An aura weaved from the ethics of our mythology
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Weary, foamy, waves crash in harmony
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Silent signs before the grand-storming
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These ancient spheres-me, they will cleanse
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For the final test
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To overcome the final obstacle
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To bring this world to rest...
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Wading Through Sensuous Journeys
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Bishop Of Hexen |