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The Great Old Ones
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Al Azif
In this desert for 40 days Voices tell me the ways
I first believed in demons, but it is not They are older units, real
They ask me to write a book, cursed If they will let me die of thirst (They ordered me)
Sitting on the edge of a dune, they dictated to me Like whispers of Jinns they force me to write
Incantations to invoke these gods Cursed bible, obscene words Alone in the desert I lose my sanity 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 And I write the end of humanity No place to escape I'm no more than a shape
'Listen to us poor human, your book should begin with thisThat is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die'
I write pages and pages, My hand is bleeding, for this book of rages
Now they found me in the crowd Invisibles, they devour me I would end up in a shroud No one can help me
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