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In a time of tyranny and strife* |
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A bloodied hand rises |
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In adversity to conformity calling out the night and embracing the beast insides |
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For a new dark age is upon us |
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The cycle around the sun soon to cease and the coming of the dawn that never rises |
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The empty throne of a dead god |
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Twisted and distorted by the white light |
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Torn away by the shadows |
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For only in utter blackness can you truly see the light |
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The frozen stone which marks the death of thousands of the Nazarenes "chosen" |
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Void of any remaining hope |
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All that is left if the passage of death as ties with this world are severed |
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The oceans spill the black blood of the earth as it rots from the inside |
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The cycle around the sun soon to cease and the coming of the dawn that never rises |
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The empty throne of a dead god |
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Twisted and distorted by the white light |
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Torn away by the shadows |
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For only in utter blackness can you truly see the light |
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The strong transcend through spheres of negative energy |
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Times stands still as the world falls below |
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Guided by morbid phantoms and shadows that watch over |
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Tendrils of blackness mother the spirit and caress the soul with poisonous affection as Satans will is enforced |
