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  • A man of a thousand names you are
    What is your truth so filled with sorrow
    In light we'll baptize our new Messiah
    A morning star of might and force
    Anointed in pleasures and lively love
    Raise your chalice and drink with desire
    Let our horns resound with pride
    And golden showers reign in the sky
    Diminished you'll be reminder of mourn
    As our shadows embrace this worldly soil
    An abstruse banquet of excelsior's and worms
    Where the torpid son is dancing in thorns
    Your humble candles begin to flicker
    With sterling happiness we grant relief
    Devoured and conquered you'll be by the sword
    When our burning fires enlighten the war
    Dance and revel as incompetence dies
    In an eclipse of passion celebrating delight
    Flaming silhouettes in the distance at dawn
    Victorious laughter out-conquers abhor
    Touch our sharpened ebony daggers
    Covered in blood of the shattered flock
    This absolute supper with maggots
    With thirteen black candles burning for love
  • A man of a thousand names you are
    What is your truth so filled with sorrow
    In light we'll baptize our new Messiah
    A morning star of might and force
    Anointed in pleasures and lively love
    Raise your chalice and drink with desire
    Let our horns resound with pride
    And golden showers reign in the sky
    Diminished you'll be reminder of mourn
    As our shadows embrace this worldly soil
    An abstruse banquet of excelsior's and worms
    Where the torpid son is dancing in thorns
    Your humble candles begin to flicker
    With sterling happiness we grant relief
    Devoured and conquered you'll be by the sword
    When our burning fires enlighten the war
    Dance and revel as incompetence dies
    In an eclipse of passion celebrating delight
    Flaming silhouettes in the distance at dawn
    Victorious laughter out-conquers abhor
    Touch our sharpened ebony daggers
    Covered in blood of the shattered flock
    This absolute supper with maggots
    With thirteen black candles burning for love