Is that what I seem to see a conceit,
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An insight in occurrences to ascertain the sun
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Father knowledge, lead my way...
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The beauty of the constitution
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Begets a craving for the search
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The doctrine is bewitched
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By the whispering of... god?
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"Follow your spirit to infinity."
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Release my lungs from breath
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Banish the holy vow I made
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Robbed vitality
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Vaporous nature, scowling eyes...
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Mortem peragrare
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On and on, into voodoo-cult.
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Living through the new born pain
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Of time and history
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Dimensions burn their hateful signs
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On my defenceless skin.
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The voice I obeyed unsuspecting
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Belongs to death himself
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Woeful cries, shrouded in secrecy.
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I will feel the frost again,
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There's no end but endless pain;
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Darkness, show me your disguise
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Omnipresent sin.
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Father, honour's lost its worth
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Being is a lie;
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Segment of unconscious fear
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Father... widespread black you'll find
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As you pulse, again and again
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In the different hells
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In the myriads
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Of your mind
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Pulse...
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Bury my soul in the ash of the candles you light.
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Father Legatus - Of Symbols, Nature And Birth
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Dark Millenium |