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THIS IS OUR WAR,
THIS IS OUR LEGACY:
THESE ARE THE WINGS
OF EGO'S SUPREMACY!
Don't support God, become a God!
Scary visions of a rotting corpse,
where from the body a new self comes.
The Reaper screams around your feet,
the Scythe can't let your body bleed.
WHO AM I, IF NOT THE FEAR WHO MAKES YOUR NIGHTMARES?
WHO AM I, IF NOT THE SO CALLED 'STENCH' IN YOUR OWN?
I'LL DIE WITH YOU!
Refuse the only, mighty Lord
he's the past, you're the only one.
Deny his prayers, his words are tricks...
ignore his wounds and let them bleed.
WHO ARE YOU, IF NOT A NEWCOMING MASTER?
WHO ARE YOU, IF NOT THE ONE WHO WILL RULE THIS SCUM?
Spiral of souls. Seeds of a God.
Ice feeds Fire. Heaven feeds Hell.
Among the line of Death and Life,
to let these hands be tyrants of Doom.
Slayer of all flesh, a thorn for every ash.
The roots of endless storms are the roots of every war.
The call of a New King, every man shall knee
to the inverted lore, feeding the final storm.
...one step before to piss on their graves!
Cruel and endless ways of lore,
supreme master, sworn ally of this swarm.
Deny these prayers, deny their tricks
ignore their devotion and make food upon their meat.
Veins of feral blood, every flesh is yours.
The Enemy Within is the root of every kingdom.
The Call of a New Breed, every man shall knee
to these creeping spores, to deny all the vicious scum.
At the end of light, now there's only dark:
where emptiness rules, a new kingdom will start.
Creeping men under creeping spores,
creeping subjects for this lore.
Infidel hands buried in flames,
traitors condemned to a public shame.
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