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A pulse that beckons through the dimming light of wayward night
To feel it is to breathe knives

Go forth withering roots, be reborn
Standing at the apex of predatory Reich
We've grown as rust and eroded as the earth
Chromatic and paradoxical

Go forth withering roots, be reborn
Standing at the apex of predatory Reich
We’ve grown as rust and eroded as the earth
Chromatic and paradoxical

A pulse that beckons through the dimming light of wayward night
To feel it is to breathe knives

Wrench the guts from your masters, viscera piled high
To claim back the kingdom once ruled from the sky
Now hang with your Judas, your shivering tongue
Bearing the cross of your heaven undone

Wrench the guts from your masters, viscera piled high
To claim back the kingdom once ruled from the sky

A pulse that beckons through the dimming light of wayward night
To feel it is to breathe knives

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