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Thy Kingdom Burn (Ethereal Pandemonium)

Breathing the flames and the flames would I breed With the crows would I dance to grow 'diculous seed, By the moondials of nocturnal spirit unleashed... Pulsing to beats of this gloom symphony Just once inhaled to rise to the level of seas Be my Zuna, the almighty Luna diseased... Whence this call goeth there my dark atrophy Turns forbidden to loose and the Atrocity, With the enemies tending the peacocks mislead... Fearing just misery whom I shall preach, Then to raise brand new spawn on the styx' purest beach By the towers of nocturnal spirit unleashed... Weak to the dawn with the palms razor-cut With the face not too white and the motives too bright "Delirium cumulates..." soon would she speak To the Christendom turn and with Christendom bleed... Brothers in blood that united in hatred And Seraphs of fallen wing, Gathered from chambers beneath bloody sky And their voices thus did sing: "All the unsaints – pledged to the rebel, Pleased to grow weak and then suffer the devil Past serpentines – dance with the storm Kissing the thunder with earth's golden dawn..." We failed to arise – Failed to slay G.O.D. By crescent nor fullmoon nor eclipse so dark, Six time we tried, and sixth (it) almost died, As the Acheron shook with the Babylon's arc Can you hear all my callings, oh, Caesar the Vice, Perpetuum... Universum... Enter Iesus Nazaretus Rex Iudaeori Sacred remain thy blood in which we shall bathe Zabudni... Zapomien... With the structure of chemical waves And the vortex of all pulsing heights Opening, regretting, dying and forgetting Awaking, celebrating... dancing in the northern caves Constellation of absolute lows, Reproductive and ready to flow Opening, regretting, dying and forgetting Inhaling, exhaling... dancing in forests of north Pandemonium... The imperial palace, compass huge and high, The structure, skill of noblest architects, With gilded battlements, conspicuous far, Turrets and terraces, glittering spires Pulsing with vortex I bleed And with decadence to feed Palm against the razor Razor against the teeth