Earth and sea cower from my screams
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As I climb into the skies
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Atop sins towered heaven high for me
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From whence I see no reason why
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I should not smite with vengeance
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And hurl thieves down from paradise
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For storms before were as nothing more
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Than a breeze next to this night
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I am Methuselah of the Tribulation
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The Moonchild come to harm
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A riot of stars shaken from their station
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The choking smoke of Jerusalem burning
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Six vices become wrath
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And though half-blind with ravening
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Like Phineus now I see
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The end declared from the beginning
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Love won through my defeat
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But now I fear I will never peer
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On Her radiance again
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I shall glimpse instead, the slurried red
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Of faces pressed to bloodstained panes
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Betrayed and played by God
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Who alone but He
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Scapegraced and goated me?
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Now I wish to piss on His parade
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Angels, clawed with burnished wings
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Still loyal, kiss the seal
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Bent on knees and harrowing
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Promise overkill
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Know that you shall die like whores
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And the cries of your writhings shall rise
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To please their Lord...
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So before the sword
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Side with me in slaughter
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I am Methuselah of the Tribulation
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The Moonchild come to harm
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The spoken horns of desolation
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Drink the pouring of my fury
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Those darkened waters spur
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The brink of war as my judge and jury
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And rapist executioner
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Our time is short, the horsemen ride
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A foul-breathed chora howls, besides
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Damnation and a day has passed
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This divine right to genocide
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Weld the gates to heaven shut
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The abyss leers in hissing ruts
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Unhilt the black grimoire of death
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Inscribe all names that God has left
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I lived the dream of nymphs and men
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But now the nightmares come again
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Now the nightmares come again...
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The Smoke Of Her Burning
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Cradle Of Filth |