Our deep world of darkness, So infinite and formless,
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So far from paradise, Still ill at ease,
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We decree, we despite, We deceive, we arise,
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Spawned at the dawn of ages, From the bowels of this world,
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From the depths of depravity, Suffocating in perversity,
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Amidst these illusions of grandeur, Altars reeking od sacrifice,
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We disciples of damnation, Here in the heart of Hell,
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Come and hear the word, The word turned to flesh,
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The flesh turned to stone, Verse or curse? Our thirst perverse,
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This domicile of the damned, Where angels fear to thread.
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Kingdom Come
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