Alone and sorrowful, the divine essense crawls
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Along the dying remains of heavenly kingdom
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Once adorned and now forlorn,
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Questioning anything, but meaningless and painful
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Bitter memories of past apocryphal superiority,
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Flesh and soul now departed in more than racking way...
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Necromantic lust for vital pleasures and devilish desires,
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For precious taste of blood and sulphur throne of wisdom...
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Sinful and infidel in spirit,
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With bloodstained sword
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It once joined the battle for the Divine's triumph
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For salvation and a glory of the Heaven's Lord...
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Forgotten and betrayed, it wanders through infinity,
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Alone and tearless...
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Enchanting odes from the distant woods so vast
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Cherish it's neverending pain, encircling in oblivion...
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Detested is the dying surface of the earth
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Surreal and naked is it's torturing tristesse
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The mournful silence is so sweet...
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[narration:]
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<And then the martyr-soul descended
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Into the very depths of Heddenah's gardens
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Through the enflamed spheres it ascended
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Lusting for revenge...
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Countless centuries will pass
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And some day the betrayal is avenged
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For every sin shall be atoned
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For every pain shall find it's rest...>
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The Forlorn Existence Of Soul Divine
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Rossomahaar |