| The sons of the harbinger gods
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| Bred to know, not revere, nor submit
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| Through the dust they will shine with a sparkle of light
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| To rip the leash of flesh
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| Deceits of the worms of denial
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| They shall clean, no remorse to the end
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| All the traces of this venomous, degenerate sin
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| To lead the newborn king
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| Forward
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| I can see the red flag
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| Bathed in warm blood of defeat
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| I shall mold all the crowns
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| Into a scepter of ungodly delight
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| Dominus daemonius
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| Duce nos ultra nos
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| To the word of Akatosh
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| To the peak of absolute
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| Dominus daemonius
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| Duce nos ultra nos
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| Breathe the sun of Tiferet
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| Hear the sounds of Anahata
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| Feel the winds as they eat at your flesh
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| To perceive what is real, what is fear
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| Through the blades you shall pass and devour your heart
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| To free the chained god
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| Your throne shall be tainted with rust
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| This new creed will bereave the last sin
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| To the ultimate mean of reversing the cross
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| To lead the newborn king
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| Forward
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| I can see the red flag
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| Bathed in warm blood of defeat
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| I shall mold all the crowns
|
| Into a scepter of ungodly delight
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| Dominus daemonius
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| Duce nos ultra nos
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| To the word of Akatosh
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| To the peak of absolute
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| Dominus daemonius
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| Duce nos ultra nos
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| Breathe the sun of Tiferet
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| Hear the sounds of Anahata |