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- Desolate Desperation from Paradise

 

Mistaken demon of heaven thy joys are tears
ask the blind worm the secret of the grave and why her spires love to curl
around the bones of death and the will of the dark immortals

Expanded..the sound of a trumpet
the heavensawaoke, and vast clouds of blood
roll'd round the dim rock of the castle

In his hills of storm'd snow, in his mountains of hail and ice
voices of terror are heard like thunder of autumn...

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