Glowing eyes, staring eyes
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Manifest of evil presence
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With entities swept in disease and decay
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A fall from paradise beyond redemption
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WRATHCHILDS AFTERGLOW
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He who speaks of nightly tresures
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He who wraps the serpent around my neck
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He who pours poisonous wine in my chalice
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He who lets me serve and slip away
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...And so i will take shelter
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In the absence of the light
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Hiding like a masked miniature in the dark
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A revenant without relief it seems
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For the art of becoming a progeny
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And to be raised in such curse
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IS TO FOREVER CREEP AMONG NAIVE MORTALS
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Infesting the dead in herdes
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His grandeur of guidance in roundtrips obscure
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He who immerse my hands in sullen thrills
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His PATHS on which domination linger
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He who dares to proove the sanity of mine
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He who speaks of nightly treasures
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He who lets me serve and slip away
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Black uneartly void creatures crawling
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Forbidden forgotten fairly underrated
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Bastards in the shape of angels holding my hands
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Passing me what is left of the wine
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[lyrics: Silenoz]
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Reptile
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| Dimmu Borgir |
