| Plague and chaos stricken the land. |
| Embrace insanity, under the black sun.
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| You can no longer hide from my infinite reach
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| Because the trees have wilted but refuse to die, they’ve lost their purpose
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| staring into the sky
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| (Into the sky)
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| Screaming and clinging, feigning and wishing, but no one’s listening.
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| Searching for answers, define the cancer of man
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| While you return to the sand, I’ll watch this world sink faster
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| Behold my towers above the land. |
| I’ll sit and wait, while you contemplate
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| disaster
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| The blackened sky signifies there is nowhere left to run. |
| Wings of crimson,
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| the air grows silent. |
| These fires of hell, adorn my being
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| Every mans suffers in quiet desperation
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| Let my presence possess your innocence
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| You will soon pray
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| To the fallen one
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| So kneel before my altar, and face the fire. |
| Miasmic haze eats away at their
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| insides piece by piece, embedding itself in the innocent, deeper and deeper
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| The tremors shake their bodies, they are consumed by their own gluttony
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| You will soon be introduced, to the children of the blackened sun
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| Accept the darkness, the blood moon has come
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| Return to the depths
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| The blackened sky signifies there is nowhere left to run. |
| Wings of crimson,
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| the air grows silent
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| These fires of hell, adorn my being
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| The darkened sky betrays my sight, as I wish for blinding light,
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| wings of crimson
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| Breeding pestilence
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| The black sun condemns us, the blood moon controls us |