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The constant dirge of mortality and sin

Ranking your wondering sensibilities

This world your passions cried

Is no dying sin-tr (sic)

But a glorious reflection of all Divinity

O' yes, you found her

Denied your inspiration by the hanging god's words

You sought out darker corners

To find the source of your muse

O' yes, you found her

Slowly lower your eyes

Stare intently at the dwelling

Several of the Names

Do not have words

But a seal for each name

Has been given through the vale

But a seal for each name

Has been given through the vale

And she made you her own

There is no longer room in your soul for lies

O' yes, you found her

O' yes, you found her