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Bring the women and children before me |
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Let us make rivers of their blood |
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Bleed for me... |
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I wish it so and streams shall meet such rivers and seaward they shall flow |
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See the shoreline scattered with their precious skulls |
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See the tide come in as blood to meet their bone |
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A grotesque promise |
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Beneath a crimson sky...a seasons birth |
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We'll drown the newborn like unwanted dogs and condemn them to their desperate gods |
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We'll take a needle, to the arm of the world |
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For it is our season |
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We'll burn the temples, of the righteous |
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Rend them as ashes, to the four winds |
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As ashes... to the four winds |
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The winds of a new season "All is all for the taking, to Rise Phoenix like from the Ashes... A twisted and revelatory dream of the new Aeon..." |