| Rise.
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| A sentence given, to the afflicted living,
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| It’s where the darkness allows me to overthrow any King of the kind,
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| (Chorus)
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| And for this I sought the choir to sing aligned.
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| My wrath becomes mine and the signs we summon (the enigmatic music still plays).
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| Sit in the blistering throne, and take it in.
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| This has gone way past the ideals of sin,
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| As I perform reprisal making it an eternal war.
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| Betrayed.
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| Blood is running down my arms;
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| The same arms I used to vanquish her dreams
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| (Vanquishing dreams is just and comforting).
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| «I am not ready to kill to save myself from regret,»
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| I claimed until I was betrayed.
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| (Chorus)
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| Down the sacred chambers the embers roar.
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| Regret pours into the inner cavity of my core, and I soar.
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| I take flight.
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| From below I see the blazing throne; |
| from below I hear the tortured soul.
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| The Curse of the Millennia awaits me.
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| Why can’t I breathe?
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| It’s pounding on my confines.
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| A mallet placed in a roaring god’s hands
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| (Pummeling the ground, and pummeling my face).
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| Seismic waves obliterate my skull blasting my soul with a wretched sound.
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| No longer found by this I’ll fate, a mark embraced by the Hordes,
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| I’m birthed into this world.
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| I’ve come to murder my Lord |