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Forsaken |
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Entombed in monumental self-moral |
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Embracing the absurd |
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Reason turned to abstraction |
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Drowned in the shallowest of waters |
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Forgotten the will |
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To learn |
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Abandoned every urge to |
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Create |
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Every border can be breached |
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By the glorious armies of united perfection |
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Marching forth |
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Aiming low |
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A thirst to kill |
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Defending the nothingness |
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Forsaken |
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The unborn learns to hate |
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Navigation towards destruction |
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Letting our ideals slowly rot |
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And thus... |
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Thus we choose |
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To die... |
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Die with pride |
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And innocence... |
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We became the heralds |
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Born and raised to preach |
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And to erase all traces |
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Of the abstract and evil |
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Swords... |
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Temples... |
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Fires... |
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Doom... |
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We failed to see what we fed |
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The serpent of the deeps |
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It grew and strangled the truths |
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We were embracing the lies |
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We once could see its eyes |
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The stare of death and deceit |
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We feared not, the secrets we knew |
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The guardian of the deeps |
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Lost... |
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And the darkness will prevail |
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Forever... |
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Folding hands with clouded sight |
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Ceremonial rituals will obscure the mind |
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Forever... |
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Lost... |
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And turning blossom to decay |
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Forever... |
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Fighting wars with clouded sight |
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Ceremonial rituals will obscure the mind |
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Forever... |