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    "Oh, God of Earth and Altar
Bow down and hear our cry
Our earthly rulers falter
Our people drift and die
The walls of gold entomb us
The swords of scorn divide
Take not thy thunder from us
Take away our pride"
Just a babe in a black abyss
No reason for a place like this
The walls are cold and souls cry out in pain
An easy way for the blind to go
A clever path for the fools who know
The secret of the Hanged Man, the smile on his lips
The light of the blind
You'll see
The venom tears my spine
The Eyes of the Nile are opening
You'll see
She came to me with a serpent's kiss
As the Eye of the Sun rose on her lips
Moonlight catches silver tears I cry
So we lay in a black embrace
And the seed is sown in a holy place
And I watched, and I waited for the dawn
The light of the blind
You'll see
The venom that tears my spine
The Eyes of the Nile are opening
You'll see
Go
Bind all of us together
Ablaze with hope and free
No storm or heavy weather
Will rock the boat you'll see
The time has come to close your eyes
And still the wind and rain
For the one who will be king
Is the watcher in the ring
It is You, oh
It is You
    Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell, ha, ha, ha
Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your burning fires
Seven your desires
    We're a ship without a storm
Cold without the warm
Light inside the darkness lit at peace
We're a laugh without a tear
Hope without the fear
We are coming home
We're off to the witch 
We may never never never come home
But the magic that we'll feel is worth a lifetime
We're all born upon the cross 
We're the throw before the toss
You can release yourself but the only way is down
We don't come alone
We are fire we are stone
We're the hand that writes and quickly moves away 
We'll know for the first time
If we're evil or divine
We're the last in line, yeah
We're the last in line
Two eyes from the east 
It's the angel of the beast
And the answer lies between all good and bad
We search for the truth 
We could die upon the tooth
But the thrill of just the chase is worth the pain 
We'll know for the first time
If we're evil or divine
We're the last in line yeah
We're the last in line oh
Yeah 
We're off to the witch 
We may never never never come home
But the magic that we'll feel is worth a lifetime
We're all born upon the cross 
You know, we're the throw before the toss
You can release yourself but the only way is down
We'll know for the first time
If we're evil or divine
We're the last in line oh
We're the last in line 
See how we shine
We're the last in
We're the last in line
We're a ship without a storm
We're cold inside the warm
We're the last without a tear
We're the throw without the meal
We're the last in line
See how we shine
We're the last in line
    An epic movie style still of Jesus Christ and Santa Clause engaged in an epic duel to the death. The battle has waged on for hours, both fighter exhausted begin their final assault. Blood and carnage everywhere, the city lies in ruin
    Wild groves, sacred grounds fade to vastness
Mother Moon, cast your spell on these fields
Let the boughs paint ghostly shades on the trail
To a different world Where castle looks out to a valley
Where I'm given all the love that I crave
Not afraid of the rising sun laying bare my brittle soul Cold is the wind
Bringing forth clarity
Time rushing on
And nothing will remain
There's no glory on the last journey home... Looking down from this pure cope of heaven
Onto an ocean of white that drowns
All the noise and decree
And the craze in empty eyes
Wide-eyed I'm lost in my imagination:
A dream of love
I've got to suffocate while I keep on waiting
For the hour I'll be called to realize
And see it all before my eyes
The sky is crawling down the mound
Into the deadwood on the ground
They say
Wide-eyed I'm lost in my imagination:
A dream of love
I've got to suffocate while I keep on waiting
For the hour I'll be called to realize
And see it all before my eyes
The sky is crawling down the mound
Into the deadwood on the ground
They say
A fire in the dark for the fool's gonna find his way
Gonna run and never get away
Is it love that glows in fiery alignment ?
Starry-eyed ? Maybe living a lie ?
    The burning sweat of poison tears
The river flowing red with blood
The cradle-robbing hand of death
Caresses every dreaming head
Waiting for the marriage hearse
To take you to the funeral pyre
So you burn the family tree
The generations burning higher
Stand inside the temple
As the book of Thel is opening
The priestess stands before you
Offering her hand out, rising
Come the dawning of the dead
In famine and in war
Now the harlot womb of death
Spits out its rotten core
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
And when sleep takes you tonight
Will you wake to see the light?
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
What demon hath formed this abominable void
This soul-shuddering vacuum?
Some said it is Urizen
But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret
The dark power hid
    Movie poster, image of an a large muscular man with a blonde crewcut, wearing a ripped button up shirt. Gun holsters, grenade belt. A giant machine gun in both hands. Smoking a cigar. Title "McBain" credits on bottom
    Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell, ha, ha, ha
Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your burning fires
Seven your desires
    The burning sweat of poison tears
The river flowing red with blood
The cradle-robbing hand of death
Caresses every dreaming head
Waiting for the marriage hearse
To take you to the funeral pyre
So you burn the family tree
The generations burning higher
Stand inside the temple
As the book of Thel is opening
The priestess stands before you
Offering her hand out, rising
Come the dawning of the dead
In famine and in war
Now the harlot womb of death
Spits out its rotten core
By the pricking of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
And when sleep takes you tonight
Will you wake to see the light?
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
Come the dawning of the dead
What demon hath formed this abominable void
This soul-shuddering vacuum?
Some said it is Urizen
But unknown, abstracted, brooding secret
The dark power hid
    As above, so below
All things come from the one
Now you are the victim
Carried by the wind, rooted in the ground
If you want to learn the secrets
Close your eyes
The ladder falls away
At the gates of Urizen
Fallen eagles blaze
At the gates of Urizen
Eternal twins are damned
At the gates of Urizen
Separate lives begin
In every woman is a man
From the moon come silver ghosts
Spectres of the blood
From my spirit comes the darkness
From the void, the crimson fortress rises
At the gates of Urizen
The ladder falls away
At the gates of Urizen
Fallen eagles blaze
At the gates of Urizen
Eternal twins are damned
At the gates of Urizen
Separate lives begin
At the gates of Urizen
The ladder falls away
At the gates of Urizen
Fallen eagles blaze
At the gates of Urizen
Eternal twins are damned
At the gates of Urizen
Separate lives begin
At the gates of Urizen
The gates of Urizen
The gates of Urizen
At the gates...
    I also stood in Satan’s bosom & beheld its desolatons:
A ruin’d Man, a ruin’d building of God not made with hands;
Its plains of burning sand, its mountains of marble terrible;
Its pits & declivities flowing with molten ore & fountains
Of pitch & nitre; its ruin’d palaces & cities & mighty works;
Its furnaces of affliction, in which his Angels & Emanations
Labour with blacken’d visages among its stupendous ruins,
Arches & pyramids & porches, colonnades & domes,
In which dwells Mystery, Babylon; here is her secret place;
From hence she comes forth on the Churches in delight;
Here is her Cup fill’d with its poisons, in these horrid vales,
And here her scarlet Veil woven in pestilence & war;
Here is Jerusalem bound in chains, in the Dens of Babylon.
    Mr Rogers, wearing a red sweater, slacks, loafers, attacking a large city, crushing buildings throwing cars, electric breath. Being attacked by tanks and fighter jets
    A hundred confused monkeys standing a round a large broken computer wearing shirts and hats that say "Civitai Maintenance"
    A kids book titled "Don't run I have candy!" Great  Cover picture of book is Cthulhu coming out of the ocean with giant lollipops in hand. A beach full of terrified children run screaming away from Cthulhu.
    Darth Vader and Batman ballroom dancing together
    Wild groves, sacred grounds fade to vastness
Mother Moon, cast your spell on these fields
Let the boughs paint ghostly shades on the trail
To a different world Where castle looks out to a valley
Where I'm given all the love that I crave
Not afraid of the rising sun laying bare my brittle soul Cold is the wind
Bringing forth clarity
Time rushing on
And nothing will remain
There's no glory on the last journey home... Looking down from this pure cope of heaven
Onto an ocean of white that drowns
All the noise and decree
And the craze in empty eyes
Wide-eyed I'm lost in my imagination:
A dream of love
I've got to suffocate while I keep on waiting
For the hour I'll be called to realize
And see it all before my eyes
The sky is crawling down the mound
Into the deadwood on the ground
They say
Wide-eyed I'm lost in my imagination:
A dream of love
I've got to suffocate while I keep on waiting
For the hour I'll be called to realize
And see it all before my eyes
The sky is crawling down the mound
Into the deadwood on the ground
They say
A fire in the dark for the fool's gonna find his way
Gonna run and never get away
Is it love that glows in fiery alignment ?
Starry-eyed ? Maybe living a lie ?
    Mr Rogers, wearing a red sweater, slacks, loafers, attacking a large city, crushing buildings throwing cars, electric breath. Being attacked by tanks and fighter jets
    A line of 8 Darth Vaders arm in arm dancing like The Rockettes. High kicks.
    I also stood in Satan’s bosom & beheld its desolatons:
A ruin’d Man, a ruin’d building of God not made with hands;
Its plains of burning sand, its mountains of marble terrible;
Its pits & declivities flowing with molten ore & fountains
Of pitch & nitre; its ruin’d palaces & cities & mighty works;
Its furnaces of affliction, in which his Angels & Emanations
Labour with blacken’d visages among its stupendous ruins,
Arches & pyramids & porches, colonnades & domes,
In which dwells Mystery, Babylon; here is her secret place;
From hence she comes forth on the Churches in delight;
Here is her Cup fill’d with its poisons, in these horrid vales,
And here her scarlet Veil woven in pestilence & war;
Here is Jerusalem bound in chains, in the Dens of Babylon.
    Mr Rogers, wearing a red sweater, slacks, loafers, attacking a large city, crushing buildings throwing cars, electric breath. Being attacked by tanks and fighter jets
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