| The sound of trumpets echoes throughout the world
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| Advocates lean before the demon’s favorite son
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| Worships and prayers compose under a restrained landscape
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| Succeeding to only withered murmurs and whispers
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| As the essence of man slowly converts to nonexistence
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| A hum carved into the kindred nations from the sound of forewarning trumpets
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| Gates and doorways of martyrdom unsealed
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| The earth cracks open, revealing a deep and vast chasm
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| An exposed cavity of earth
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| Hell spills onto human world soil
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| The sound of trumpets echoes throughout the world
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| Advocates lean before the demon’s favorite son
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| Worships and prayers compose under a restrained landscape
|
| Succeeding to only withered murmurs and whispers
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| As the essence of man slowly converts to nonexistence
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| A hum carved into the kindred nations from the sound of forewarning trumpets
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| The numbers within his kingdom diminish
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| The marks implanted beneath the flesh no longer favor or secure their safe being
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| Hundreds upon thousands now enslaved
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| Gates and doorways of martyrdom unsealed
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| The earth cracks open, revealing a deep and vast chasm
|
| An exposed cavity of earth
|
| Hell spills onto human world soil
|
| Worships and prayers compose under a restrained landscape
|
| Succeeding to only withered murmurs and whispers
|
| As the essence of man slowly converts to nonexistence
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| A hum carved into the kindred nations from the sound of forewarning trumpets |