| Sound of the psalm, light before dawn
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| Born into a symphony of snakes
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| Nothing beyond, the cold winter’s spawn
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| Our enemy approaching closer
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| One kneads earth and clay, blessing made of dust
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| Flowers wilt, only left with the thorns
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| The ravage sky shakes, falling leaves of rust
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| Crimson word we sing is our only (broken) song
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| War between worlds, the right side of wrong
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| We are the atrocities unnamed
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| United by arms, dagger and sword
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| Years will never bring us closure
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| Souls slain under the crimson psalm
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| The darkest hour is ours
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| The cleansing of mankind is past due
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| Ten thousand horns are overheard
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| The scene of destruction is all we knew
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| Our broken bloodline says it all
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| Extinction of our time, the only truth
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| The cries of rebellion and shattered youth
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| Rise from the fog and save us all
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| The killing floor, bonded by blood
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| Lost beyond the reverie and pain
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| Fight for the cause, we’ve come so far
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| We shall never be forsaken |