| This winters cold now begins its journey to the obsolete the sputtered last
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| breaths of aeons chained bound in the burdens and suffocating ashes a dying
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| earth bellowed moans the screams of the ancients become their cries faded
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| within
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| The hollowed oak shells the scent of rotting death looms thick in the air not
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| one soul beckons their plea the cleansing of the lesser insects the final stand
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| of the death bringer awaits
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| Upon the horizon impending judgement for the entire human species black death
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| in her veins her heart hardened to stone
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| Purge and renew is her creed rewritten her dignity ravaged through time this
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| inception of the flesh made destroyer has set these patterns of disgrace and
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| disgust
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| This winters cold now begins its journey to the obsolete
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| Her breath that once gave life now takes life away with the last whispered sigh
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| of the dying slipping away
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| We rise to the reigns of our masters grabbing the whip lash at the flesh of the
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| beast behead saviors diseased
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| Thousands will scream atrocity millions will bleed dying in agony fathom the
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| horrors at last the nightmares I cast
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| But those cast out will rise to the skies of tomorrow and leave behind the weak
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| in their sorrow
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| Thousands will scream atrocity millions will bleed dying in agony fathom the
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| horrors at last the nightmares I cast Thousands will scream millions will bleed
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| fathom the horrors at last the nightmares I cast |