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White lights
Black shapes and
By my command, the storm

Raising and alive
delights get lost
In the sounds and power from

of the damned
Invokes the
helpless eyes just watching you
Drive home thy

Raising a prophecy of chaos and
burst forth from flames to serve

What metaphysical
But a faith that values souls
Knows not ways of man

Give praise to primal
Bound by crimson, bound by
Awaiting one last
unknown

Which way the blood flow
Through the heart or out a
Asks the man about to

[Lead Peterson, Smyth]

me, judging God, judging you
Judging me, you, judgmental
Judgement