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Best be prepared to meet your
Best be to face your god
Justified nightmare
Crucified of pride, robbed

No escape, it's too
The hammer down
Do or die

Cauterize to stop the flow
these tortures just begun
Eternal seconds on repeating
Charred retinas, a collapsed lung

No escape, it's too
The hammer down
Do or die

All your
match the wasted years
Of isolation in due
I will your kind
Quench my

All present and for
Hush, do not
For tonight I a glass
To the death of the

We are the
And we bare the
Their are useless
Our weapons our

No you can't
How you inspire
Soon set to be
Our desire

You won't be
No, you be ashamed
You won't be stripped of your
Or your family

No more inner
No more bitter
No of the blood stained walls
Of ancestral pride

Comatose, your grow vacant
A paralyzing fear builds
of your pathetic icons
Robbed of your heroic

Artifact, way of thinking
bones hang up upon my wall
Another empire
The most one of all

No escape, too late
The hammer down
Do or die

In due I will ingest mankind
Quench my