| Bleeding eyes witness this evil extreme — the last Antichrist, the Disposer
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| Supreme…
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| That fateful day this wretch was born — when, hand on heart, the blood vow was
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| sworn
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| I curse and damn, I loathe and I rue, the moment I became fate’s pawn
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| Pleading for an amnesty, an end to this Hell
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| They warned all those damned with me, they warned those who fell
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| «Lest evil slay thee before thy time is due — take to thy heels, begone!
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| Flee from thy doom»
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| To his lair — stalk him there, where no mere earthly mortal should dare
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| To his lair, snare him there
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| Do not fail me, words assailed me, fear impaled me
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| The dreadful words were all I heard, my duty stirred, as…
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| Capricious wind, once desolate, in soft and sullen moans
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| Now soared towards crescendos to render flesh from bones
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| Bloody vultures scheming, screaming, circled overhead
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| Macabre dance, refrains perchance, unheard by living men — who’d never dream
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| again
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| Corpse strewn wastelands, reeking with the stench of desecration
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| A vile display of death, decay, despair and desolation
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| Hideous limp marionettes, flaunting ruptured flesh
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| A smile of sin, distorted in a repulsive mangled mess — in an orgy of excess
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| Harpies devour — casting the battleworn into the void
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| Spiralling down — meeting our twilight with embittered sword
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| Soldiers recoil — the sweat and the blood of the folly of war
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| Into the pit — carrion filling the Earth’s abattoir
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| Can’t you hear my soul is calling — save me from this world of pain
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| Can’t you see the soldiers falling — never to return
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| The Disposer Supreme is the ultimate destruction machine
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| The slap of grim reality restored my sensibility
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| Fresh opened eyes had paralysed this clown quest for nobility
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| Therefore hence, with newfound sense, I turned my tail and fled
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| Better living coward, than a hero brave — and dead
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| Let others die instead… |