[Efthimis KARADIMAS 1995]
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This eerie abode over there
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between the firs silent breethes
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is my palace, where I rest and lust,
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the emerald of the forest, an epoch making castle
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This embossed signs on my sinuous arms
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shall be the encomium of my victorious acts
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balk as they stood at my ablaze hordes
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I turned their ground into a mosaic of bloody thorns
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I hold the sunbeams like the sky does the moral's world
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like mother Earth the penis of father Ouranos
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I shout to my creators, "I'm the lord"
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and my voice becomes one with the astral vault
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In this brimstone dale
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where adders etch the skinland deep, yet sweet
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I'll crow over my success once more, aye, aye
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high in the crescent moon's flourished kingdom never cave in
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Those I quoth, those I have done
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I'm A Daemond
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Nightfall |