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Throne Of WisdomThe promise is deadThe wxodus has begun Become hate! And the exodus has begun And I leave hating you dreadful dream For I’m not your blood anymore Nor child of anybody So on I leave from this Horrid pestilence of divinity Soon the dream will die Tasting its slaughtered utopy Apocalyptical choirs will enthrone me! Darkness will be my servant Carrier of your death, beholder of your raping For my eyes have seen your suffering Nothing will stop me Wanderer of blessed steps, I am! |