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You have within your grasp he who hath carved his own crown
With the glory of all death
Wielding the power of destruction, with a darkened sceptre of lies

Eyes of raven darkness shed tears of despair
No sympathy to be shown
From any creature who walks this earth
From none who walk

And a piercing scream of hatred
Shall force it's way from his mouth
It will echo throughout these unholy catacombs
Until the end of all time

The oracles chosen by the ancient ones
Pronounce darkness in tongue of the runes
That have been carved into blackened orbs
That now reveal the fate of all

A dark haze arises in the distance
Sulphur fills the clouded skies
As his kingdom becomes ruins
He will, however, reign once more
Before his ilk hath passed away


All you hate seated on a throne of snakes

And the signet ring will find itself
In the burning lake of fire
Sealed to the searing finger of scorn
That will command no more

I behold the awakening moon
As the spiritual realms are torn
The sky filled with crimson and black
Like ink spilled on a weary canvas

The line hath ended the blood sinks into
These burning desert sands
Seven rulers shall reign this day
The powers that govern passed into a new hand

Condemned to walk within
The shadow of death
Where the lost spirits roam
A horrific display of glory
Eternity’s key buried deep
Where it shall never be found
And victory shall reign

Long ago in the early years fear of these times did dwell
In the minds of all, all with eyes to see
and now that this day has come sorrow shall fall
Upon the souls of the condemned
Upon those who walk in the shadows

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