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Torches erected for the muse of the wicked |
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Columns projected for appeasance of wrath |
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Designating sculptures for intrinsic selections |
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Decadent arches, for a profane epitaph |
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Cyclonic delusions lead the clan to entrapment |
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Betrayal by the ones sworn to allegiance |
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Entrusted yet questioned they head towards Gurdon |
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False eyes are looming above the fortified towers |
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Captured and tortured the innocence is pillaged |
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Raping of thoughts to steal the soul enraged |
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Carnival of amusement of devoured beliefs |
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Flesh is the canvas in which the art is carved |
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Indulging in sick sadistic offerings |
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The Gurdonians glutton for pleasure of those |
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With embracing faces the Lintar is set assail |
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Winds gust the floating containment across Agdu |
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The foggy haze conceals the hiding captures |
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Shackles are silent by the sounds of the Trivol |
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Exposed in naked dress for all to indulge |
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Deprived of morals, molested and depraved |
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Distant cries of ancient rhymes |
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Awaken the slumbering heathens |
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Summoning screams, enchanting dreams |
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Reverse the birth of all seasons |
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A creed is a truth unfounded |
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A crown is bore in the night |
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All religions surrounded |
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Bred from the sight of thy might |