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Old world disorder:
Divinity laid down to rest
This is the closure
Reality ripping through the flesh
All gods are dead
Cathedrals stand ablaze
I´ve slain the last of ten
And will die beside his place

The air in my lungs feels suffocating
The battle has been won
Every breath I take is so frustrating
My work here is done
I´ve secured our gods´ annihilation
The people will not stray
The fall of our gods´ creation:
Old world disorder ends today

My scythe lay in pieces
And my cloak is torn to shreds
There´s been too many seasons
Of too many deaths
Free from immortality
I face the crimson sky
I´ve become a mortal finally
Death will also die

The air in my lungs feels suffocating
The battle has been won
Every breath I take is so frustrating
My work here is done
I´ve secured our gods´ annihilation
The people will not stray
The fall of our gods´ creation:
Old world disorder ends today

Tasting my own blood
For the first time
Tasting my own blood
For the last time

The air in my lungs feels suffocating
The battle has been won
Every breath I take is so frustrating
My work here is done
I´ve secured our gods´ annihilation
The people will not stray
The fall of our gods´ creation:
Old world disorder ends today.

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