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By Unholy, Like mother, so wept son
Entered the world not welcomed
Tears shed
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By Unholy, Like wept mother, so wept sonentered the world not welcomedtears
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By Unholy, Master taught me taught me wellTo read the heavens the
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By Unholy, Was it the wind or whispers of mindlnside meRumble of
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By Unholy, The day was clearUnknown feelingYou wake up and time stopsYou
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By Unholy, (Blissmaster's Ball in the Hall of Twilight) opus 36, Bb-minorAnd
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By Unholy, When essence cast's shadow to see the ground,Colours mix in
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By Unholy, I'm inside of giant arche hydraLord of dreams passed me
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By Unholy, I'm trying to visualize the dream where Gadrel stands tallGaze
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By Unholy, O'youth seek not othersfor you're seeking hellwaste not young life
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By Unholy, Grey beauties of my sleepReaching for better tomorrowCrying the deeds
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By Unholy, On the altar under the sunYou may believe though he'll
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By Unholy, Water gives a sighMy hair seems to be seized by
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By Unholy, Love built this passionWrath wrought it strongKnow your place, noble
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By Unholy, Sweet kiss of Hempl want to be eternally dazedForever and
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By Unholy, How I wishThat all those gentle wordsWould pour out of
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By Unholy, From my past into the river of depressionFatefull numbers caught
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By Unholy, From the distant lakes to a gloomy dreamFriends of cosmos
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By Unholy, I looked thru misty eyes of futureWarped truth of plastic
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By Unholy, You arrived to valleyof Endless black memoriesBloodlust startsYou notice the
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By Unholy, I searched You therein the reek of the nightIn my
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By Unholy, No lord no other than mine. No me without my
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By Unholy, Slowly goes the nightOn earth surrounds darknessFrom space moonlight throws
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By Unholy, Did I hear that Voiceor was it just a hallucination?And
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By Unholy, I feel madness in here!Religious zealots are psychotic cowardsThey blindly
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By Unholy, Five days travelledWakened in the land of the black desertRotten
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By Unholy, AThoughtUnchained,UnpredictablyDriftingInWiderSpaces,BeyondTheLimitationsOfTheSpiritOfTime...
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By Unholy, In craving for the second sightI possess the privilege of
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By Unholy, World has melted into flow of thoughtsSecret hopes are hidden
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By Unholy, "Why so soft,O' my brothers...So pliend and yelding... how can