| The ancient temples crumbling
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| And their wisdoms long gone
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| The fire of sacrifice
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| Now tended by none
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| For altars were constructed
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| For the Gods that spoke of peace
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| But the ancient oath was broken
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| The serpent was unleashed
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| The amassing darkness loomed ahead
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| And the leaders of their people bled
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| Souls as black as the starless midnight sky, they cry
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| At the pantheon of forsaken Gods
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| With the flames now raging skywards
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| From the darkest pits beneath
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| The forsaken fathers rising
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| With the traitors at their feet
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| The ancient tombs were opened
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| And the wisdoms once more spoken
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| But the final pages stated
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| Their fate, their fate was sealed
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| The sky now raining embers
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| And the stars turned to dust
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| Above, their sun was vanishing
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| And the silver moon undone
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| Above the storm they harken
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| To the serpent Gods request
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| «Curse you for your insolence
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| Your world I will set ablaze!»
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| In eternal pain they will confine
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| Amongst the flames their fathers name they cried
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| Souls as black as the darkest midnight sky they die
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| At the pantheon of forsaken Gods |