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The sun may show you the world but it still hides the stars,

For I’m the night, unto which you awake, die!

Who serves me flees the light and do ride a dark beast

I wear the crown of death and the dead are restless.

I spread woe and infamy, sceptre of the morning star

I wear the crown of death and the dead are restless.

"We’ll sin and die beyond heaven, the shadow holds us all."

Every echo of the black rain on the ground of servitude

Made me deaf to the cries of a world that isn’t mine

As I die for and by incandescence,

I leave that sphere behind.

Clean the clay from the pure bone

And rejoice in the black divine.

Face the heads of the dragon

In the depth of the abyss, in death reborn, the desert is infinite!

Tearless I am!