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Non-deciples of orthodox

Did I call you from my midnight ville?

Serpent of Temptation

Never to be brought upon thee

Is this what you called fear?

Or a repent of your cowardness?

Do come out from your years of hiding

Waste no more of your crystal tears

Reach the gap that have been divided

And feel those winds which blows so humid

Fear not the moist that grows us eternity

Fear shall not be one of our enemies

A dominion reaching so fast yet so beautiful

A cow (bull) seems so mean yet so cowardish

A lamb (goat) seems so smelly yet to be eaten

A leaf seems so green soon withers it will be

In Aeternum...