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Brighter than the final funeral flames.
It is bitter cold and black is the night.
Brighter than the final funeral flames.
It is steeped in creeping light and is bitter cold.

The bullet crown for severed heads.
Fitted for this age of suffering.
Placed on the tyrant king instead.
Whom leads us screaming.

Endless animal holocaust,
To fill disgusting mouths.
Too weak to stand against,
But we convince ourselves are men.

The Kali Yuga Crown,
Upon my shoulders.
In greed we drown.

The Kali Yuga Crown.

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