Hymn To the Morning Star
Hymn to the morning star With these scars that remain, and the fear in the streets. The devil's breathing embers, his flesh you'll eat. When it's nail upon bone, and thorn upon brow,...to be enlightened is to be a sinner and against the herd I've found.
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