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the final war to purge and purify sacred world - vilified.
one culture interred with righteousness, from deception.
on bent knees we cry for salvation.
upon death we feast with soaked deceit
creeps but demons don't speak.
for the truth makes hearts bleed with
so angels the funeral march
and for a desined tomorrow

upon by the pestilence of avarice and ignorance.
from the cradle to the we forfeit.
freedom to the ranks of

dance to a black symphony
as the war quick to a close
and angels on look down
in disgust to a dead earth circles below

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

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

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