Watchful as he was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard he swept Hid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon the be kept
Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees
This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens PAN DAEMON AEAON
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No time for hesitation; time to be an animal!
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Where every rose arbour and orchard he swept
Hid the hissing of a serpent Libido
In an ancient tryst with catastrophe
Soon the be kept
Hear that hissing now on the breeze
As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden
A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls
Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees
This is the theme to a better Armageddon
Nightchords rake the heavens
PAN DAEMON AEAON
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