Satarial - Divine Race

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Oh, son of mine, take this sword of mystery
Carry it over the land as fire
For I have plaited seven metals
Stardust and the emptiness of nothing into it
And the cities shall open their gates
And people shall fall on their knees before you
Oh, Demiurge, the creator, father of death and mother of life
You are the sun everything is rotting above, giving birth to a sweet foetus
You are light for the blind and god for the weakened
Your creation is death
And you, the Goatlord failed to win
And blew the fire into us, to take revenge on Demiurge
You are the lord of ancient cities
You are the morning of a black dawn
And life and death are alien to you
You hate in us the Demiurge’s creation
You love us for we are your children
Your jar of fire
So lead us into the battle, to defeat death and Demiurge
Thus shall we become the third power in the universe
For we own the might of creation
And the dark stellar light
We are ye divine race