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Under the pale moon rides The Morningstar

With keys to the astral gates and mystic doors

Black rays of night hold his wings aloft

Black potions brewing in his afterthoughts

Armies crying out his name

Whips lashing out in pain

The hordes of death are various

Until we kill the Sagittarius

Fly through the flames as the sun explodes

Violate the truth that the seeker knows

Fear seized the heart of the angel spawn

Savour the taste of the final dawn

Armies crying out his name

Whips lashing out in pain

The hordes of death will bury us

And we'll kill the Sagittarius