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I found a dark meditation In a colourful constellation An enlightening expulsion ,,, A perpetuating stellar masturbation. Exempting pain and pleasure From good and evil I became Lord Chaos Cursing his own saintliness Approaching serpentine holiness. Points of moments Points of proponents Stretching out to Pan Tracings of scarlet blood Io Io, Aaaaah! ... PAN. PAN PAN PAN! Revere the point of no return Caught on a path without concern SongtexteFor ends, bends, or because Curse them, curse them, curse them! Objecting relations and external persuasions Do not pass judgement unto judgement of Love Do what thou Wilt is thine only right! Yours is yours And mine are mine. Aus Songtexte Mania