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Interred AflameHark! The Pompous TyrantCasts the Heretics to Hell. Supremacy hidden by a mask of purity. "O Lord, we beg; Spare our souls from suffering." The throne of light Adorned in thorns. The wired jaw Of the free thinking man. The netherward spiral Is pockmarked with tombs. The punishment for wisdom Is six feet of flames. Oh, what an ironic Deity to revere. Who lies through His Left Hand And smites with a white-knuckled fist. Praise be. He opens His arms To the wandering lamb. The promise of the shepherd As hollow as their skulls. His staff is a scythe At the mark of the goat. Forgive Me. For I was once callow; I followed your flock My sin was naivety; For this I repent. Dethrone, dethrone, Dethrone the counterfeit King. I bathe in fire and brimstone And the Book of Lies burns with me. I would rather pledge my death to the Beast Than waste a lifetime in the service of deceit. I would rather pledge my death to the Beast Than waste a lifetime in the service of deceit. Set my pyre in the circle of the sane. May the Archfiend reign. |