Scorch and burn, make us free We bring inhuman greed End of time is here One by one, dust to dust The doomsday dice is cast We'll never fall from grace
All I feel, piercing winds I will always trust the broken sphere
Be the uncorrupted ones that shall stand firm Be the ones above the flock Get ahead the darkest of days Breathe the life as it flows out of them Become the strongest king
Nihil morte certius
Raptured gods bless our kind Upon these blossomed minds Devoid of all impure Show them bliss, reap their blood We'll scream our battle cries The dread pours the dried soil
As I feel dreadful gusts I will always trust the broken sphere
Be the uncorrupted ones that shall stand firm Be the ones above the flock Get ahead the darkest of days Sheer delight from the sight of their fall Perceive the acrid stench
Sit upon the throne Sink beneath the dead Waiting for the wail
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Sit upon the throne Sink beneath the dead Waiting for the last wail
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