| Raise the texts of morality
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| Where the loathsome and vacuous nest
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| Shower its delusions with misery
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| Smear its every inhibition with filth
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| Hearts once open now blackened
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| Fists where hands were once outstretched
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| Have no mercy for the wretched
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| Tread the path of eminence
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| Drunk from the cistern of mediocrity
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| Content to be blindly led
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| Butcher these thralls that obstruct me
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| In my descent into eminence
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| Victory or defeat lies in our hands alone
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| True salvation lies within
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| Uphold this birthright with an iron fist
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| Compassion is the vice of kings
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| Bask in pride and infamy
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| Welter in the pleasures of the flesh
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| For sin pathed the road to paradise
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| That descends into eminence
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| Warped by the path of perversity
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| I see everything in shades of black and red
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| Flames burn away all impurities
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| For the descent into eminence |