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Pain
and Ruin
How
goes the day, how does the
night?
Death
won't wait, stay to dawn's
first light.
This
is the time for sorrow's
fright,
Or
else the year with
rooted might
Will
kill! Kill! Kill!
Pious delight!
Which
is the sun,
which is the
moon?
Earth
shall pray!
Beg this boon!
How
can we live
for when
the noon
Of
day comes,
the witches
croon
Will
kill!
Kill!
Kill!
Sudden
and
soon!
Where
is
the
earth,
where
is
the
sky?
Has
all
ceased
from
such
a
sigh?
We
have
fallen!
Now
from
high
Above
our
miserable
cloud
of
ecstasy
Will
kill!
Kill!
Kill!
And
all
will
die!
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