The apparition of two faces in disgust
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Invisible but yet so clear
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Reflections seen by a fugitive
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Trying to escape the looking glass
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Blood runs from open wounds of false flesh
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The one in front of the mirror exceeds the image
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Eager to leave further but chained still
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To crumble into such nothingness
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A despairing fate, for your lies
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To pretend is the lunatic's legacy
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Privileged to bolt the nails of heresy
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Born lifeless into a world of coma
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As the chronic sufferer trapped in paradise lost
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Missing insinuations of what life was meant to be
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Angels and demons, a marksman's bewildering hosts
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The charlatans and deceivers walk the line in prejudice
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The narrow slits the veins in search for the crown
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Profound impatience makes the blind struggle in stupidity
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The paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is Confiteor
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Phenomena of ironies, cast the litany aside
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How intelligible, blessed be the forgetful
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Holding the banner high, unrestrained
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Slowly abandoning the surface in contempt
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Still in costumes to please the ways of living
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Witnessing the details of defilement, intoxicating
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Make sure to be pleased with the ways of your death
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For in days of reckoning and when the twilight torn is ticking
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Elysium is halfway and as an answer to the plea
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You're destined to yield fragments of Hell in return
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Leave unnoticed with the perfect conscience
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With the strength of the spiritual eye
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Spirits of the token unchained and free
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Recover from the philanthropic macabre frenzy
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The pale dove grins, black at heart ready to flee
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Demon to some, angel to others
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[music: Shagrath, Silenoz and Mustis]
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[lyrics: Silenoz]
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Hybrid Stigmata - The Apostasy
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| Dimmu Borgir |
