| The architect of lies and magnificent deceit
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| Has nourished himself with endeavors of supremacy
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| There is no peace for an engineer of war
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| Therefore no tranquility for the bastards he scorns
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| The ophidian warlord is reaping the life blood
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| Sown into the flesh, with a relentless campaign on the kingdom
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| A river of blood will flow and locusts will feast on the dead
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| As boils, famine and darkness unveils
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| The reverence of unholy plans
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| With a gaze of exuberance, He gathers
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| His slaves into the heart of his lair
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| Before a ghastly haze coated the stones
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| Of the walls in his court yards with a mist of vermillion
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| He slaughtered them all, all of them were ravaged
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| A vicious display of his power immersed in revenge
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| A river of blood will flow and locusts will feast on the dead
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| As boils, famine and darkness unveils
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| The reverence of unholy plans
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| The ground trembles from the thunderous march
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| An endless sea of soldiers at his side
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| Their will at his command
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| (Solo: M. Pugh)
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| The reflection of felicity in his eyes
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| As he peers upon a paradise to set ablaze
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| (Lead: M. Low)
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| Bombarded with attacks, the end is near
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| Hope has been forced to be lost
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| Destruction is imminent
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| Onslaught of the covenant
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| The darkness of the night sky
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| Glistens with luminous weapon emissions
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| Wave after wave of menacing demonic legions
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| Ripping their flesh apart |