(Gentlemen...Destroy)
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The memories far beyond the reckoning
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Have begun to lurk in the distance
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Like visual objects dearly known
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The grace of devils' hands
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As they walk with me like a medium
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When I choose and require a burn-out
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Resting in expanded malicious force
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Drained for murderous weapons
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Knowing where you stand
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In the magnitism of this thought
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Looking at the spirit of fire and flames
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Enduring on the throne of the black heart
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[repeat 1st, 2nd and 3rd verse]
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A bringer of evil I am
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And therefore also a carrier of light
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As I use this focus through the dark
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And face the sunshine in the dead end
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Limitations do not exist
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When you are ahead of the crowd
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With the art of confidence
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I reign at the throne of my soul
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The value of this darkness unwinds
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Travelling the other path
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A hidden triumph
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But obvious to the strong and wise
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By understanding this reality
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I remain in a twice-coloured cloud
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With feet connected solid in the ground
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And thus I get peace of mind
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(And thus I get...Peace of mind...)
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A bringer of evil I am
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And also a carrier of light
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As I use this focus through the dark
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And face the sunshine in the dead end
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[repeat]
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Unorthodox Manifesto
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| Dimmu Borgir |
