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Ancient rust on black |
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Scarlet curve of wrath |
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Spill a bleak revenge |
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In Gethsemane |
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I will make you pay, |
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Bleed your scarlet guilt |
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To reconquer day |
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From filth |
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And they fall like leaves |
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Brittle to the touch |
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Where blood is only grey |
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Only grey |
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[Bakar:] |
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"We are the Moonkult. I am Bakar, the First. You see, brother, |
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The world that was is dead. It was foul, teeming with sin. |
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As mankind made its final discovery, the end of the patience of God, |
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The experiment was ended. The world was returned into the shape of moon, |
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A clean state. Only when aeons of penitence have passed, |
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Befitting the crime, and mankind has forgotten sin, desire, rebellion, |
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Only then will the world be born anew. A perfect, newborn world." |
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Stay away |
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Bleed away |
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Fall like statues |
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Mute like sleep |
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And to the end of day |
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I will run from your lies |
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If there is sanctuary |
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I shall find it or cease |
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[Bakar:] |
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"You, my son, are the sacrifice to die for our sins, until we'll finally be forgiven." |