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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 crashes down
Do or die

Cauterize to the blood flow
Still these tortures begun
Eternal keep on repeating
retinas, a black collapsed lung

No escape, too late
The hammer crashes
Do or die

All fears
Won't match the years
Of isolation in due
I will ingest kind
Quench my

All and accounted for
Hush, do not
For tonight I raise a
To the of the meek

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

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

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

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

Comatose, eyes grow vacant
A fear that builds
Stripped of pathetic icons
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 crashes down
Do or die

In due time I will mankind
Quench my