Final

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At my feet, the dead one bleeds

Just like before him, history repeats

My noble mind is sewn into the sheep

And no one can dig up our evil seeds

Black skies in a hue of sanguine

With crimson clouds cracking their whips

Neither man nor divine can save you now

It has come for us to become clean

You'll never be saved by the light

Under my eternal night

Even your holy lord

Will never be as divine as I

Keep praying for your messiah to come

He can't save you from my hell

My view is almost complete

Only thousands more to choke in the cell

Snakes cower in fear

This world starts to begin a new

I have found the secret to everlasting youth

My peons, all bow or suffer

The horns emerge from my skull

And my pointed tail stabs those who defy

Torment feeds my immortality

My peons, bow or die

Your light has dimmed out of sight

Under my abysmal night

Your holy lord has fallen

And my divinity has replaced his throne

Your messiah could never come

Even he now burns in hell

My view has finally been realized

You're forever to rot in this cell

All of the weak have shed tears

I will reign for a thousand years

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 22, 2010 ⏰

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