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the war to purge and purify this sacred world - vilified.
one culture interred with righteousness, from deception.
on bent knees we cry for salvation.
upon death we feast with blood soaked
destruction creeps but don't speak.
for the truth hearts bleed with sorrow
so watch the funeral march
and wait for a desined

preyed upon by the of avarice and ignorance.
from the cradle to the we forfeit.
to the ranks of slaves

demons dance to a symphony
as the war comes to a close
and on high look down
in disgust to a earth that circles below

when the heavens tears
a sordid dusk their sun-sorched machinery of disease.
brutal path we tread etched by tears of the damned.
the art of salvation crafted by hands that kill... that would kill

a wasteland,
a ruin is all that remains as this iron-age dissolves to commodity,
our souls to atrocity,
no sort of prayer can us now but...

still we will fight down from the heavens the arms of my mother earth.
to the cradle of civilization - returned to dust,
still we will fight down from the