| I’m traveling the road to ruin
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| It leads to my transformation
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| I am the scion of ecstasies
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| Misplaced in mundane dimensions
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| Tie the clove hitch tightly 'round me
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| Lest my soul be cleaved
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| Seek a tree whose roots delve deeply
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| Nourished by long-forgotten deeds
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| And lash me there eternally
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| To a maddening melody
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| I’ve inherited the calling
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| Of the accursed initiates
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| Drawn to secret incantations
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| And evocations of the damned
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| A thief of tomes of stolen truths
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| I’ve crossed the spiritual abyss
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| All that I have ever beheld Ceases to matter or endure
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| The former world in which I’ve dwelled
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| So shamelessly wrecked asunder
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| Saturated by black visions…
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| Oily and viscous intrusions…
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| Sensing the scourge of centuries
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| So viscerally in gloaming…
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| Soiled, misshapen, I am shifting
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| With my eyes secretly lifting
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| Black revelations I have sought
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| See what wisdom this bane has wrought:
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| So erdite, so pure, iimbued
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| With arcane knowledge of the dead…
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| Malady of the mind ensues
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| Lest lucidity deals me dread
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| Tie the clove hitch tightly 'round me
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| Lest my soul be cleaved
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| Seek a tree whose roots delve deeply
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| Nourished by long-forgotten deeds
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| And lash me there eternally
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| To a maddening melody |