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Enchained thro each eternal hour Infernal fires consume life's flow'r No saving grace, no greater powre For we who are the Damned From Youth to Age our course is run In endless circles with the sun No end to what was not begun No Peace for we the Damned Our bodies bloom then fade to dust Then bud anew -- as all things must -- No silent tomb in which to trust No sleep for we the Damned Writ in the weaver's web I see That human will was never free What choice is there for such as we? No freedom for the Damned Around and 'round the starwheels go And haste the heavens to and fro Their darkling purpose none can know Lost Souls are we the Damned We fear not Yahweh's scornful brow Nor o'er our Soul His Law allow Doomed men have no recourse to bow Now proudly hail the Damned Tho dark our days, our Spirits swell To revel in our self-made Hell Then pity not we Souls who fell For none shall quell the Damned!

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