| Worship what you’ve burned
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| Burn what you’ve worshipped
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| Harkening to the voice of silence
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| For the only word is silence
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| And the only meaning of that word
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| Is not
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| Ascension through fall
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| Into highest abyss
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| Cast me into the dark
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| Devoid of meaning disguised as bliss
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| My searing flesh
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| Burning through thy kiss
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| Wandering on bottomless ground
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| I followed the serpent’s hiss
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| Son of spirit
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| Thy tears to dust
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| Father of flesh
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| Thy will to stone
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| Dreaming awake
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| In constant movement
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| May thy will break
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| As heaven’s descent
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| I am you
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| I walk on divided water
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| I walk through extinguished flames
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| To obey is freedom
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| You glare at me in defiance and die
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| For love is averseness and death
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| And death, not averseness is love
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| Rien n’est faux qui soit vrai;
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| Rien n’est vrai qui soit faux
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| Tout est le contraire de songe
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| De mensonge
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| I am your slave
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| I am god
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| You are my slave
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| I am god
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| We are all slave
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| We are all god
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| Celebration of uncreation
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| Parturition of the unborn
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| Horizons are flowing through my veins
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| As I drink your holy wine
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| Ecclesiastical masochism
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| In devoted betrayal I burn
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| For love is defiance in sadism
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| For detestion in love do we yearn
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| I hear your silence
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| I forgot how to forget
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| Living on ashes
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| I breathe not air but dust
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| Whining in deafness
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| Woman at my feet
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| Burn in these oceans of tears
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| And shine in devotion
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| Words are but the fuel
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| Running the scheme of life’s mine map
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| Are but the blood
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| To cherish vipers in our breast
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| Are but the howling
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| Of solitude enslavement
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| We burn all
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| Waters to dust
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| Drown in liquid fire
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| Light of the frozen sun
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| Star at its rising
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| Watch the stars die today
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| Dying to live
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| As below so above
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| Enslaved by eternal freedom of
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| A macrocosmical microcosm
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| From where I do see everything
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| Through an eye that is closed
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| From where I do know everything
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| Through a mind that is void
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| Salvation is the contradiction
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| Of everything we know that is |