| Cast down into the dirt, to live amongst worms in the dark bowels of the earth
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| Once respected now hated, imprisoned with blasphemous heathens and traitors
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| Kept silent in cold isolation, rage seething vortex of acerbic vexation
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| Agglomeration of seditious usurpers are primed in the furnace of anarchic fervor
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| The black horde will come to stamp out the embers of the dying sun
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| Beseige their Babylon; |
| entombed within their own creation
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| And as the ceiling caves, their fallen cradle turns into a grave
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| Behind their crumbling walls they bend like wheat in a storm
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| Commanded; |
| Recite, he journies to Slish in the cold dead of the night
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| With the rest of his kind, in morbid procession on torrents of slime
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| Vile lord of repulsion unfurls revealing the boils ripe with pus for his churls
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| Thereupon his foul humours they feed, sometimes the world must be cleansed with
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| disease
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| Willing to lay waste, they’re fueled with the fury of malignant faith
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| Where death is no disgrace, it’s all or nothing in their crusade
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| Rebuild a Kingdom gone, a garden for the chosen ones
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| Upon the fertile mud the earth runs red with blood
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| Oppressed becoming tyrant
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| Replace order with violence
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| Through senseless intervention
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| Disrupted ecosystem
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| Corrupted, all for nothing, the beauty has been stolen, just emptiness and
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| loathing
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| Ambition choking reason, the power I amass can’t fill the void that’s left
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| Fallen from grace, lost in greed, the knowledge he sought is a curse to concieve
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| Twisted, malformed, alone in the dark, when faced with the truth of what we are
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| The black horde will come to stamp out the embers of the dying sun
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| Beseige their Babylon; |
| entombed within their own creation
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| And as the ceiling caves, their fallen cradle turns into a grave
|
| Behind their crumbling walls they bend like wheat in a storm
|
| Oppressed becoming tyrant
|
| Replace order with violence
|
| Through senseless intervention
|
| Disrupted ecosystem
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| Corrupted, all for nothing, the beauty has been stolen, just emptiness and
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| loathing
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| Ambition choking reason, the power I amass can’t fill the void that’s left |