I drank a goblet of fire
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I cut out the prophet's tongue
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But still the sun refused to move
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I tore a hole in the web of sanity
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The very fabric of life itself
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But still this flesh refused to burn
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What a humble vision!
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To forever dwell by the grace of the sun
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I gathered the moon and the stars
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In my little pouch of planets
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The renesance of astral flesh
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Dripping and drooling with universal thirst
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Equelibrium going under
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In such an idle state of death
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Sowing the seeds of a new dimension
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I am the conqueror in his petty paradise
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Spinning around in a garden of lush blooming death
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Point at the sun and I will be there
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And the angels scattered and bleeding
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Will be the fundament of my empire
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And admidst all this forlorn beauty
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...I still laughed at the end.
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Bringer Of The Sixth Sun
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The Kovenant |