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Best be prepared to meet maker
Best be prepared to face god
unholy nightmare
Crucified of pride, you're

No escape, too late
The hammer crashes
Do or die

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

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

All your
Won't match the wasted
Of in due time
I will ingest your
Quench my

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

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

No you believe
How you inspire
set to be free
Our desire

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

No more demons
No more bitter
No more of the blood walls
Of your ancestral

Comatose, eyes grow vacant
A paralyzing that builds
Stripped of your pathetic
of your heroic will

Artifact, way of thinking
bones hang up upon my wall
Another fallen
The self-righteous one of all

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

In due I will ingest mankind
Quench my