A mask I wear of infinite gestures
A vale of dusk beyond my jaded horizon
Death for thee hath many faces
Life hath but only one
Prepare thyself for my victorious era
As showers of blood spill forth upon thee
From the ebony gates
Of my black heaven
A vale of dusk beyond my jaded horizon
Death for thee hath many faces
Life hath but only one
Prepare thyself for my victorious era
As showers of blood spill forth upon thee
From the ebony gates
Of my black heaven
Thus it begins
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