| Their souls belong to me
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| I tore down their king
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| Now wear his broken crown
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| And sing hymns to the void
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| The wretched is me
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| Excavating their dread
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| Through hope I lured them
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| Toxins face my words
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| Hear the forked tongue choirs
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| The flames begin to ignite
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| Hordes flow through the white gates
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| Disciples drop to their knees
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| Converting those who surrender their faith
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| Blood flows through the white palace
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| Despondency will flood my conscience
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| Adversary, he journeys through their minds
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| Shrouded in embers
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| I hunt down the cherubs
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| Who wish to protect
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| The pillars of reverence
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| With rusted void spears
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| They implode in disgrace
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| Singing dismal liturgies, only I listen
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| When it all ends, this is what you will hear
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| Utopia will burn
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| Black smoke marks my return
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| Dragging him from this throne room
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| Watch your kingdom conquered
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| And face the trials of scorn from those who laid down their weapons for me
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| Witness me feast on your broken saviour
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| Devouring your god
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| In the final moments he will sing my dismal liturgies |