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Crownless, I see you standing in dissent |
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Beneath a liar's throne |
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Lifeless, enslaved by a grave new world |
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You never claimed your own |
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So rise above this deafening silence |
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Cleanse Gaia's blood in an act of violence |
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Become the storm upon the welkin |
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And blacken the sun with your mouth of sin |
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with flies from your mouth of sin... |
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Take the sword from where it fell |
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Come join me in my private hell |
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The world could use another pariah |
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An outcast of a dead empire... |
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So paint the world with a scarlet brush |
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Exhuming the strength of primordial lust |
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In the final stand of a broken culture |
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Where death itself devours the vultures |
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Take the sword from where it fell |
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And join me in my private hell |
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All it takes is another pariah |
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Spawned from this dead empire |
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Raise the sword |
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And become the one |
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Who undoes the sun |
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And what the world has become |
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Expire the words to make the world expire... |
