Moon childe
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Spawned of rage
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Soon childe...
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The dawning of a golden age
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Four and twenty acts have passed
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Since the pact was signed in blood
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Now this fifth lustrum will surely grasp
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The children of the holy
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With music wracked like final gasps
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From hearts that broken, flood
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Whilst ruby-wedding talons clasp
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This silver anniversary
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Moon childe
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Spawned of rage
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Soon childe...
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The dawning of a golden age
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Vermillion rivers slither past
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Racing roads to Shangri-La
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Where a million souls aquiver ask
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Small mercies of the holy
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Like flowers plucked from crimson tar
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On florid banks, the priests
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Waft their scent through horrid bars
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To incense the greater beast
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Bereft of their seas of sweet dreams
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He brings tidings of pain
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War songs in the key of death
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Sharpened through famine and plague
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The knife at the throat of all murder
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He wrote whilst in chains
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"And there was given to him a mouth
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Speaking great things and blasphemies
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And power was given unto him
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To blaspheme against God
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And them that dwell in heaven
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And it was given unto him to make war with the saints
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And to overcome them..."
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And risen from imprisonment
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With so many nations to tame
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Past Caesars and Tsars are but lesions and scars
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To the backs of beyond he reclaims
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For what is not told nor writ bold to his face
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Is now whispered to the torturer's cheek
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And with the rapport whores and sorcerers make
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His kingdom embraces both the Pope and the State
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The suck and the fuck of the wait and
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A glut and a covetous Satan
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The suck and the fuck of the wait and
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Come what may
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A glut and a covetous Satan
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Pre-ordained
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Moon childe
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Spawned of rage
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Soon childe...
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The dawning of a golden age
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Dawn Of A Golden Age
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Roadrunner United |