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The Lord givith
The Lord taketh away
And, the blade takes of life
The wound, giver of our pleasure

To the mount we doth travel,
to speak unto the burning bush

We hear the tongue of Him, and so the flame does spread
Like our hate, as such, shall devour all the worlds

Yea, the Lord givith the Lord taketh away

To the desert we doth travel
to part the great sea
Yet He speaketh in tongue
and the waters are that of crimson red

And from our kingdom we dwell below
And upon the surface
They know of the crimson whirlwind
We await Him (Omega Throne)

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