| Where are your broken gods now?
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| They have failed you
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| We found an escape from the dead paradise
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| Your truth is repugnant
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| This world has been plunged into depression
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| Bound down with a false sense of a god
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| Turning to polluted skies for answers
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| Your empires have been abandoned
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| The prayers awakened him
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| The dying sun marks the arrival of doom incarnate
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| Destroying the followers of light
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| The return of disease
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| This realm is now rotting
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| Behold him with ten horns
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| The blast of gloom consumes all
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| Prayers for their creator summoned murk
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| Blasts to waste centuries of faith
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| Feeding on their belief
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| Can you hear their pleas for God?
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| «Living is my suffering»
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| I’ll be the end they want
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| The void they saw in visions
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| Lay down your symbols for the dread
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| Witch of black voids
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| Within this world I have given up
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| I’ve seen the end, there’s no other path
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| Winds of despair have worn down my soul
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| This creation is not from our world
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| Where are your broken gods now?
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| They have failed you
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| We found an escape from the dead paradise
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| Your idols are repugnant
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| There will be no more funerals for the gods that we defeat
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| You’re baptized in black mucus
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| Reborn into a world of anguish in which distance means despair
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| Feeding on their belief
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| Can you hear their pleas for God?
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| End their faith |