| Harken children of reverence it speaks
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| A wakening call, a thundering voice!
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| In the face of fatality grown weak
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| With the salvation of this world at hand rejoice
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| Era of indignity, condemn this age of atrophy
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| Consuming body and soul, neither no longer whole
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| Gaunt from strife and burden lain over broken backs
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| Still bearing the spoken word, no longer to be heard
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| Behold the whores clinging to existence’s jagged edge
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| Leeches on th godless who never swor no pledge
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| Now grasping at glass saints, all under the same curse
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| The demise of innocence, betrayed by the devout
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| Raped and battered by man, and by the sword snuffed out
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| Twisted fingers point to you in guilt to be immersed
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| Follow the waning pulse as it over compassion leaps
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| In darkness deep must seek, wherein the beast sleeps
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| Cast out the last of warmth, make way for unchained verity
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| Bleed all lingering doubt, seize the thorn and shed from eye to see
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| Era of prosperity, celebrate the age of clarity
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| No pity saved for slaves, benevolence dug all their graves
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| Revere the dead and dying reversed for kin and clan
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| Rise, never fall, and above all you must stand tall
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| The verdict reads clear for everyone to hear
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| To ascend awake and rally by the austere
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| Purged festering hearth, quickening the seed
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| It calls for ruthlessness, surpassing that of fiends
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| For all to secure this creed by any means
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| The world await as you bring forth a colder breed |