They are of the world
Therefore they speak of it
We are the wretched
The eternal breed


Kin of the darkest seed
Of which I should not speak
Small is the tongue
Held to iniquity


And when the fire
Burns every soul
Let the wicked
Forsake the manner I will die
Run for the alter
Upon disgrace
Theres no mercy
From the crown the blood I ache


The rise of a tide
Theres no mistake it came
Under the sway
Held by the wicked one


There can no longer be
A light that blurs the need
I am the truth
The only beast free


Behold the flesh
The spirits will rise
Behold the flesh
Dark son of mine


And when the fire
Burns every soul
Let the wicked
Forsake the manner I will die
Run for the alter
Upon disgrace
Theres no mercy
From the crown the blood I ache


Behold the flesh
The spirits will rise
Behold the flesh
Dark son of
You are the weakness
That I Cannot breathe
Fallen with uncertainty
Your will I see


And when the fire
Burns every soul
Let the wicked
Forsake the manner I will die
Run for the alter
Upon disgrace
Theres no mercy
From the crown the blood I ache

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