| Forsaken
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| Entombed in monumental self-moral
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| Embracing the absurd
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| Reason turned to abstraction
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| Drowned in the shallowest of waters
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| Forgotten the will
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| To learn
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| Abandoned every urge to
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| Create
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| Every border can be breached
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| By the glorious armies of united perfection
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| Marching forth
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| Aiming low
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| A thirst to kill
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| Defending the nothingness
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| Forsaken
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| The unborn learns to hate
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| Navigation towards destruction
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| Letting our ideals slowly rot
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| And thus…
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| Thus we choose
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| To die…
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| Die with pride
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| And innocence…
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| We became the heralds
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| Born and raised to preach
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| And to erase all traces
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| Of the abstract and evil
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| Swords…
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| Temples…
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| Fires…
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| Doom…
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| We failed to see what we fed
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| The serpent of the deeps
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| It grew and strangled the truths
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| We were embracing the lies
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| We once could see its eyes
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| The stare of death and deceit
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| We feared not, the secrets we knew
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| The guardian of the deeps
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| Lost…
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| And the darkness will prevail
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| Forever…
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| Folding hands with clouded sight
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| Ceremonial rituals will obscure the mind
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| Forever…
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| Lost…
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| And turning blossom to decay
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| Forever…
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| Fighting wars with clouded sight
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| Ceremonial rituals will obscure the mind
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| Forever… |