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the serpent stands above me
dark voices fill my head
they all belong to him
they tell me instructions as weapons are placed in my hands

my shackles are loosed
rage from a thousand years of torture are unleashed
i follow my orders well
the tormentors now lay slaughtered

i make my way forward
a pit of tortued souls is before me
my sword slaughters the demon on the stone overlooking it all

a flash and the shackles on those below me
are replaced by weapons like my own

a battle of demon and man rage
torrents of blood flow
those worthy of the task ahead stand victorious
a scream of anger and my raised sword rallys them

a ramp to the world of god descends
the army of souls marches
at the gates of heaven we arrive
angels descend, we are told to stop

they are the first to fall
the gates are cast aside by the serpent
silence prevails,
all eyes look to me
i raise my sword and issue my battle cry

the tortured, forsaken souls of millions
storm into heaven
taking their well deserved revenge

the blood of angels flows like a river
hell's forces overwhelm them all
soon i stand before the throne of the bastard himself

his mocking laughter echoes
immortality makes him confident
but a weakness of his own design exists
i take up the shimmering sword of a fallen angel

weapons of light and dark
i force them into the chest of Satan himself

king of evil
pierced with blades
pain of a thousand
souls returned
light of darkness
fills with fear
for he knows there can be
no good without
evil

blood soaked ashes are all that remains
i look up and witness beauty in every sense
as destruction consumes the hypocrite

king of evil
pierced with blades
pain of a thousand
souls returned
light of darkness
fills with fear
for he knows there can be
no good without
evil

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