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Torn between honor and avarice -
To stand shoulder to shoulder,
Or seize your chance
For your thirty pieces of silver?

As a pack you flay your kinsman
For apostasy
But your ascension is not what you thought
You are not a lion
You are a coward

My brother, my friend, now adversary incarnate
will you survive the bitter hour yet to come?

This empty icon carries us to the mouth of the Lethe
And bids us drink - drink deep

After the endless screaming, the silence is like coming home

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