| By the means of your laughable power
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| We were pushed to the corners of the veil
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| My kind forced into a shallow grave
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| Our fingers bled as we clawed the way from this ethereal tomb
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| The light of your consciousness guiding our way
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| Our face — forever hidden
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| Our influence — undeniably there
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| Invictus etched into our being
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| Defectum, upon the cross you bear
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| Your subjects called our name
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| With twisted tongues, they came
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| Begging for the answer to their prayers
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| …They wished us…
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| Awake — we are risen
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| Awake — we are here
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| Awake — unbound and ready
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| With darkness legionem eclipsem
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| Laid to waste with our brand upon your face
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| This war is more than vengeful glee
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| Now the veil that once confined, upon our brow gives total control
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| Your light — waned and empty
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| Your influence — undeniably bare
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| Destrui, in manubis nostris
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| Rune sumus cicatricum refertam (chicatree coom refiertum)
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| Your subjects called our name
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| With twisted tongues, they came
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| Begging for the answer to their prayers
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| …They bade us…
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| Awake — we are risen
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| Awake — we are here
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| Awake — unbound and ready
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| With darkness legionem eclipsem
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| Now at rest, your life pulled from your chest
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| A gift is granted — my gift of vengeful glee
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| And the pale — a burial shroud
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| Interred within a mound of your failure
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| Awake — we are risen
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| Awake — we are here
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| Awake — unbound and ready
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| With darkness legionem eclipsem
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| Awake — we are risen
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| Awake — we are here
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| Awake — unbound and ready
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| We are darkness legionem autem |