| I am the ghost — the one besieged upon
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| The worst of lamentations
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| Mine — mine soul — fighting alone
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| Entrenched within this terrible war
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| This terrible war
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| Betrayed and left for dead
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| Our hero of vast wonders
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| Stabbed from the back and within
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| By the Harlot of Atrocities
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| «From where have I come?»
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| Our hero — he shutters unfurled
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| From the masses of regrets that build up through ages
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| Death — I can taste you on nigh
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| Glorious — H who absconds the true meaning
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| So glorious — to b the Surrogate Invictus
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| Glorious — He who absolves the true teachings
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| Victorious — you gore fucked, rotten whore
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| Keeping at once all the forms of lost teachings
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| With locks, bolted casings, and all
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| Utter blasphemitudes of a nefarious nature
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| So cold yet in darkness we walk
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| «The regrets of my time as all falls into line»
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| Keeping it within the Fold
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| «Of the five pointed star — pentagrammon beyond»
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| The ultimate magickal sign
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| Bury me as hopelessness consumes my mind
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| Keeping the story inside — of lecheries and betrayals in kind
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| «What have I become?»
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| A mannequin of purpose maligned
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| Bury me alive
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| Bury me alive
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| Glorious — He who absconds the true meaning
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| So glorious — to be the Surrogate Invictus
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| Glorious — He who absolves the true teachings
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| Victorious — you gore fucked, rotten whore
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| Keeping at once all the forms of lost teachings
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| With locks, bolted casings, and all
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| Utter blasphemitudes of a nefarious nature
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| So cold yet in darkness we walk
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| «The regrets of my time as all falls into line»
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| Keeping it within the Fold
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| «Of the five pointed star — pentagrammon beyond»
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| The ultimate magickal sign
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| And as darkness it crept — we wept in bitterness
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| For our fallen and shackled allies
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| Deceived from the beginning — our lives they had meaning
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| Now — they’re shriveled and dead
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| «In a dream of futilities
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| With countless quests to embark upon
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| I will conquer all those who oppose me with penalties worse than death…
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| as I crown myself as king.»
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| An altered being of spiritual prowess
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| A slave to Lucifer and His commandments
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| Yet keeping my powers untold
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| «Deceived by the Prince of Maleficence and Woe
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| He bestowed upon me powers untold
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| But the cost accrued far outweighed my blessed life
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| With my powers in tow meant to destroy the world
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| I will resist this demon or djinn until told
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| To rest my weary head and simply die."
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| I stand before this precipice of the void — I stand and yell
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| Screaming forth all curses lent to me from the ascended ones of hell
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| Deception of my master’s fate — I will surely send deathknells
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| I am biding my time — oh, victory — I shall obtain my Godhood now
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| The death of the King upon the Earth |