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Dying hour

Heaven now is not my theme

I will not madly deem

The salvation's curse

Earth may shrive off the sin

Unearthly hath reveled in

It’s found is holier and more divine

It is but agony of desire

Secrets of the dead’s like a spell

Upon the emptiness I dwell

Mid dreams of an unholy night

Triumphantly with the human kind

Blinds call it hope

Salvation of curse

I call it lie

Written in the holy bible

Know thou the secret of a dead

Bowed from the wild pride into shame

The searing glory with the hath shone

Amid the jewels of the throne

Secrets of the dead’s like a spell

Upon the emptiness I dwell

Mid dreams of an unholy night

Triumphantly with the human kind