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Amon the Judge

It burns just staring unto the earth
As the wicked lays forth its seed
Forthright was your words of solid gold
Yet writhing sounds perish as dust

We built the fire, burning your creator
Its been my desire, a murderous sensation

Feed them to the lions, so the'll remember
Traitors to the hydra, so to dismember

Split the aether asunder
Burst forth your vengeful urge
I call unto the tempest
To judge the egregius scourge

We built the fire, burning your creator
Its been my desire, a murderous sensation

Feed them to the lions, so the'll remember
Traitors to the hydra, so to dismember

Its the end of purge, the end of the line
Without haste we decree
The decimation of the treasonist thief

I command with malice
And judas weeps for your sins
The penalty for sedition is death


I am gorroter
With unflinching malice

With unflinching malice
I am the judgement

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