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

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

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

No escape, too late
The hammer down
Do or die

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Artifact, way of thinking
Your bones hang up my wall
Another empire
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