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

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

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

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

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

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