I was dreaming when I saw her entering from mist,
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or so I thought
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She was pure, like Wolf at night
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Cold as fire, innocent like sword
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And she said to me: Seal not the words
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of the prophecy of this vision
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for your fate is at hand
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Blessed are they who wash their robes in Blood
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When I had seen her, I fell at her feet as dead
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and she laid her hand upon me, saying:
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Fear not I am the First and the Last.
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I was dead,
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but I am alive
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and behold I am living for ever and ever
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and have the keys of Death and of Hell
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She showed me The Truth
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And behold a white horse, he that sat on him had a bow,
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there was a crown given to him, and he went forth
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conquering what he might conquer
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And there went out another horse that was red
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And to him that sat there,
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it was given that he should take peace from the earth,
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that they should kill each other
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And a great sword
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was given to him
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To punish them
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for their blasphemy
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against The Horned One
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The Great Beast Of Revelation
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I was dreaming when I saw her entering from mist,
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or so I thought
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She was pure, like Wolf at night
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Cold as fire, innocent like sword
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Mistress Of The Stormblast
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Gloomy Grim |