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Here it is: the land of serpent |
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The garden of fire |
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Blue moon soon shall burn |
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As every night my vision is born |
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Serpents are born by night here and everywhere |
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Without bodies like candles gleam |
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You parlysed victim |
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You will lie now and ever |
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In creeping mass of blackened evil |
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Bound by fiery chains |
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Salamandra's tongue |
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You'll serve us forever |
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Here it is: two crowns path |
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Red of yours |
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My torture's thorns... |
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Poison is flowing down on your flesh |
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As you drink black blood silver chalice |
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In the gleam of creeping flames |
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Nailed to time, you become me |
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And everything and nonenity |
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.... Licking your wounds |
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Drink and you'll dwell in crown of mine |
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Vomit with fire from the throne's majesty |
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The whole serpent garden |
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I'll born the fruit of perversity |
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Open veins blasphemy |
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And wings shall fall to blood |
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Wounded with a knife |
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Of night's aeon |
