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Company of heaven has sent us a chosen apostle

To the treasure of the damned

Blessing no longer be poured the mystical lord

Covered with rich headdress

He will proceed his way over the line

Furious as tiger

Once the tower rocked and cracked beneath it＇s lash

Caught inextinguishable fire

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The lord of host gave ear into his sing

Intolerable blackness helms him

Only the lightning from his hand that sits

When usurping tyrants fall

An unsullied maid baffles his seductions and his ire

Pines in the poison

Compassion is the vice of kings

Stamp down the wrelched weak

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You are not of the slaves that perish

Pity them not

Tear down that lying spectre of centuries

Vices and virtues words

We＇ll hide in a smash of sorrow

You shall fear

Let your rites be rightly performed

With joy and beauty

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