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Fettered sun |
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consumed is the mass of our disbelief |
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Unborn is the icon |
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rigid sphere |
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Sever the hands of the human sheep |
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Risen |
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he stands above the crest |
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All seeing |
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feathers scattered round his feet |
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His ways do not forgive |
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coming of vengeance |
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Slaughtering the will to live |
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Soul in breathless sleep |
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predators abide |
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Larvae is born within the living |
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curse the sun and the heads of men |
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Master stride begin |
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Heresy of storming rage |
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perished men are piled in hundreds |
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Vortex of the revelation |
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whispering of thousand deaths |
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Lance the pure heart |
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jaws declare this turmoil |
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Feeble race is burning up |
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temples fall to ash and soil |
