Uniqueness blends itself like gold
The tempered purity of lost convictions
The reminiscent days of old
Concealed fanaticism, a new addiction.

What if we're meant to rise again,
What if it is ours everlasting glory
The tarnished radiance gleams through pain
Once sins forgotten, it's the same old story

Yet it is mine, the life to give
Own will commanded into full submission
But is it mine the lives to take?
Faith grants the blind only narrow vision

Veritas nunquam perit,
Glorious and obsolete,
Where logos fails, pathos shines

Veritas nunquam perit,
Stand-fast, proud cannon meat
Thus we will follow till the end of times

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