| Obstructing light with a blanket of darkness
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| As our new god blots out the sun
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| The wilted husks of human flesh will only bask in sorrow
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| At the point of divergence
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| There are those who wish to see
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| The integration of mind and machine
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| Digital neural blasphemy
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| Gluttonous tendencies, a dispute between capabilities
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| And moral philosophies creates a rift in society
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| We can see it, We can hear it
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| The storm of their siege paints the streets
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| Bloody ruins enshrined
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| Split by the wrath of the ancint one that we’ve awakned
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| We can feel it, We can taste it
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| Humanity confined
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| Before we face the crimson flood
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| Watch their bodies gush with the life that flows through their veins
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| Coexistence violated unprovoked hostility
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| If we are to survive
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| Then we must deprive the wicked of their lives
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| Sickly in appearance
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| Vapid eyes, bereft of mind
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| To outlive these fiends we must abandon our humanity
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| We’re at the point of crisis
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| There are those who choose to flee and those who fight to save the meek
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| Incurring casualties amidst the pandemonium
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| We must face the possibility
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| That if we fall we shall see the collapse of society
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| I can see it, I can hear it
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| The storm of their siege paints the streets
|
| Bloody ruins enshrined
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| Split by the wrath of the ancient one that we’ve awakened
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| I can feel it, I can taste it
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| Humanity confined
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| Before I face the crimson flood
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| See their bodies gush with the life that flows through their veins
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| Descending from the sky
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| This winged colossus bestows the seeds of malevolence
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| As if it were placed upon the earth itself
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| To shatter our illusions of deliverance
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| Clutching the carcasses of our deceased
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| Spider-like droplets creep from its wrist
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| I watch in mesmeric horror as they crawl inside
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| Causing the lifeless to writhe
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| What faith remained for humankind fled from me hastily
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| A grim revelation takes root
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| As twisted bone and flesh become a hideous new being
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| A graveborn soulless entity devoid of empathy
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| This incarnation was the first of many
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| Awakened to prey upon a dwindling populace
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| Obstructing light with a blanket of darkness
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| As our new god blots out the sun
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| The wilted husks of human flesh
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| Can only bask in sorrow
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| At the point of no return
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| There are those who have perished
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| Only to rise diabolically
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| As living heirs of catastrophe
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| A grim revelation takes root
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| We are being harvested
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| In death we will carry out the deeds
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| Of a new unhallowed dynasty |