| This is a tale long to live but alas so short to tell
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| By the wind and by time, by everything that flees
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| A torment of my liking: exploring extremes
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| All thoughts secluded as fear stalks its blooded soil
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| In the winding path where a chain now rattles
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| With links merely death can break
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| Stains of pride — derelict
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| In feverish visions of agonising light
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| Pulsating rhythms unpure
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| So pound the drum and strike the chords of chaos
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| So scream out to the skies:
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| Of Chaos and Eternal Night
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| Never is the dark any threat to my existence
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| Comforting ravens claws grip the stars that fell tonight
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| THe stealth of infinite beauty
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| Nevertheless heaven fell tonight
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| Racing along with the strangled teardrop
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| Life’s elixir in benevolent lust
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| Slit open the throat that is virtue
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| Let fire ravage its caverns with joy
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| Ardent but silent in twilight resigned
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| Delivered from virtue in vehement plight
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| Yet ask not of your vanity
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| (The hooved agitator in your creed)
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| To let loose all the stars of heaven
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| Stray across the vault your seed
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| Concealed cravings must through fulfilment be broken
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| Hide no longer behind the veil of unconvincing lies
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| So pound the drum and strike the chords of chaos
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| So scream out to the skies
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| Of Chaos and Eternal Night
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| I’ve seen fires waving patterns
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| Forging ornaments — hidden from a world of distress
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| Grace through hatred
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| Of Chaos and Eternal Night
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| In shadows now vengeful waiting out your bitter foe
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| The mirror distorts
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| Sinful is the perceiving eye
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| Tearless in nondescript form
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| Scarlet secrets tell of nightmarish fear
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| Illusions that speak of endless night
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| A venture in terms of one hazardous journey
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| Into Chaos and Eternal Night
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| Deliver me from virtue
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| Hidden no more beneath tender veil of lies
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| And let 'em all out;
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| Unseen and sinful
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| … Of Chaos and Eternal Night |