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

preyed upon by the 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 high look
in to a dead earth that circles below

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

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

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