Him that is fallen, the physical sun
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Progenitor of the devil, serpent of time
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Adjustment at the will in Teloah we are alive
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And in darkness enabled to being-becoming the one
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Death, the final release
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The dragon spreads his wings
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Telocvovim
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Death, the friend with loving arms
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And claws to rend this world apart
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Telocvovim
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A cycle of cycles, always alone
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Yet never lonely, at the bed of a harlot
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Tiphereth, Saturnus, whom aeons begot
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Another time a stranger, let him be known
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Death, the final release
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The draongs spreads his wings
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Telocvovim
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Death, the friend with loving arms
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And claws to rend this world apart
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Telocvovim
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It was you who heard the Seraphim sing
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While I rode the sharpest banshee sting
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A toll of hellish might
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But whose is the nobler power to clain?
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The one light-hearted or of the darkest fame
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Alas, for both are but pawns in a cosmic game
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Regardless of the aim of their flight
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A luminous spear brought new light into my blinded eyes
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He lives in all of you
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686, 1409, 1345,266
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Death, the final release
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The draongs spreads his wings
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Telocvovim
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Death, the friend with loving arms
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And claws to rend this world apart
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Telocvovim
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Abaiuonin
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Enochian Crescent |