| Crownless, I see you standing in dissent
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| Beneath a liar’s throne
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| Lifeless, enslaved by a grave new world
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| You never claimed your own
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| So rise above this deafening silence
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| Cleanse Gaia’s blood in an act of violence
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| Become the storm upon the welkin
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| And blacken the sun with your mouth of sin
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| With flies from your mouth of sin…
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| Take the sword from where it fell
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| Come join me in my private hell
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| The world could use another pariah
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| An outcast of a dead empire…
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| So paint the world with a scarlet brush
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| Exhuming the strength of primordial lust
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| In the final stand of a broken culture
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| Where death itself devours the vultures
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| Take the sword from where it fell
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| And join me in my private hell
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| All it takes is another pariah
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| Spawned from this dead empire
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| Raise the sword
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| And become the one
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| Who undoes the sun
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| And what the world has become
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| Expire the words to make the world expire… |