| I am nothing, I am no thing, I am not incessantly
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| Not of the sun; |
| nor the moon, nor of the stars… immeasurably
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| Not without me, nor within me, nothing sees… inwardly
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| I will not sleep, I will not wake, I will not rest… impatiently
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| Oh Pralaya! |
| Let the thousand suns disperse
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| Free us, free us, free us from the chains of the universe
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| Rouse our minds from sleep and raise our heads in scorn
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| For when He walks we rise and we shall sleep no more
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| With all my heart I curse you whom I love so much
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| Your emphatic malediction, how I hunger for its touch
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| I bow down at your altar, the wasteland of my soul
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| For I shall abound in pleasure and I shall hide my goal
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| Out of the many comes the One
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| To lay waste the all and return to the None
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| I call your name: Devil of a thousand faces
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| Burning point! |
| Oh endless disjoint
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| Great and pristine provider
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| Of nothingness and death
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| Oh how the wolves are now howling
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| They plead for rape and grim demise
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| And becoming them I left my body
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| In the night’s blood-haunted eyes
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| Only a coward stands in sunlight
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| On the shores of God’s forbidden streams
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| So spread your wings, oh Samael
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| And darken this beggar’s dream
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| And make him slither through the river
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| As the snake did through the tree
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| He prepared a gate for all of us
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| And we await the final key
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| Blessed be!
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| From the branches of Death’s tree
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| The fruit is finally falling down
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| And the Harvester is free
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| Oh Pralaya! |
| Let the thousand suns disperse
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| Free us, free us, free us from the chains of the universe
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| And no more progression and no more duration
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| Now make the clock to break and the heavens cry for time
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| …nothingness and death! |