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Dreams of ancient demons.
Dreams of thousand deeps.
Dreams of blackened aeons.
Like a raging storm it sleeps.

Where the earth is flooded in blood and the rats
are drunk of its poison.
We burn in the black fires of god and rise above the horizon.

As our altar we bless the night skies.
Where no candles burn as stars.
But a funeral pyre as the sun dies.
To shapeless eternities afar.

Nothing is holy as all is nothing.
Nothing is all as holy is nothing.
Three times a night in the black fires of god.
Three times a death and a thousand yet to come.

Dreams of ancient demons.
Dreams of thousand deeps.
Dreams of blackened aeons.
Like a raging storm it sleeps.

Crowned is the servant of the serpent.
Who once was kneeling in repent.
Now ascended to the throne of the blood.
Reigning in the black fires of god.

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