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Best be prepared to your maker
be prepared to face your god
Justified unholy
Crucified of pride, robbed

No escape, too late
The hammer down
Do or die

Cauterize to stop the flow
Still these tortures just
Eternal keep on repeating
Charred retinas, a black collapsed

No escape, too late
The hammer crashes
Do or die

All your
match the wasted years
Of in due time
I will ingest your
my starvation

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

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

No you believe
How you will
Soon set to be
Our blessed

You won't be
No, you won't be
You won't be of your language
Or family name

No more inner
No more spite
No more of the stained walls
Of your pride

Comatose, your eyes grow
A fear that builds
Stripped of your icons
Robbed of your will

Artifact, way of thinking
Your bones up upon my wall
Another fallen
The most one of all

No escape, too late
The hammer down
Do or die

In due time I will mankind
my starvation