| I gaze towards the wide horizon amidst the distant mountains
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| Frozen winds from the north whip my parched and dying skin
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| A passing glance over these scorched plains, a sinister vision
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| The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground
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| The frozen winds chant in sorrow
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| Fallen souls sweep the skies
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| The scorched plains lie dead
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| Dust of angels gently sweep the air
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| Once here was a place of worship, where angels sung their praises of god
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| A marble altar in a ruined temple broken down by the teeth of time
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| A cross in the soil once pointed towards the sky now broken into pieces
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| The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground
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| The frozen winds chant in sorrow
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| Fallen souls sweep the skies
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| The scorched plains lie dead
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| Dust of angels gently sweep the air
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| Filth and remnants of angels — fragments of a kingdom forever lost
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| Scavenger from within infernal obscurity feasting on angelic remains
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| Burden of lost faith reek as the temple vanish further and more yet again
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| The Death Cult Era is rising from the ashes on this unhallowed ground |