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

No escape, too late
The hammer crashes
Do or die

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

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

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

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 will
Soon set to be
Our desire

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

No more demons
No more spite
No more of the blood stained
Of your pride

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

Artifact, way of thinking
Your hang up upon my wall
fallen empire
The most one of all

No escape, too late
The hammer crashes
Do or die

In due I will ingest mankind
Quench my