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I watch the sun descend
into the open void,
I watch the spirit fade
between the walls of sleep.

I watch the pillars of
adherence being destroyed,
I watch the silent flame
rising from the deep.

I will raise my throne,
I will raise my throne,
I will raise my throne
above the stars of God.

I will raise my throne,
I will raise my throne,
I will raise my throne
above the stars of God.

When the voices fall silent
I will raise my throne
above the stars of God.

When the voices fall silent
I will raise my throne
above the stars of God.

Rise, my pillars!
Rise, my serpents!
Rise, my flames!
Rise, my pillars!

At the creation of mind,
the creation of reason becomes necessary.
And our action was inevitable to rely on
the creation of God and all that is empty.

Adrift and unaware of being, unable to see,
incapable to either receive nor perceive
the essence of the eternal.

We now play the same role again with
the only difference of standing on the
other side of this river to rely on the
destruction of God and all that is holy.

Adrift and unaware of being, unable to see,
incapable to either receive nor perceive
the essence of the eternal which is
the essence of God alone.

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