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Time Of The Empty Throne
02:03
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Behold, Rejoice
02:29
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This has led to amputations.
Doctor Beak performs on conscious.
Fear Him, bear witness to the end.
Blind faith will guide us to Hell.
The belief that you might be spared,
Spread with the rat and lice.
Fear this, bear witness to the end.
Blind faith will guide us to Hell.
Reform... Respite... Behold... Rejoice.
Fear us, bear witness to the end.
Blind faith will guide us to Hell,
Where I will watch you rot...
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Trial Of Wounds
02:16
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Seen through the lens of a coward's carbine,
Far from the gates he owns.
What warrants the watchful eye?
What lies are kept untold?
Old man shudders at the thought of the fuckers,
Breaching the land he owns.
Let us wait for the day that the old man is back,
Reaping rewards from the soil.
Under oath they oppress, hold their hand high and swear.
What burden will we have to bear?
The sins that are witheld in your psalm.
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When Prophecy Fails
04:06
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Sentenced, it must be held in deep conviction.
Kept inside our solitude the beast will be created,
Set forth upon the children of the mass dissonance.
When prophecy fails,
Hostility prevails.
When Prophecy fails,
Deny.
Illusion corrupted, a flawed perception.
Kept inside your solitude the beast will be created,
Set forth upon the children of the mass dissonance.
When prophecy failed us all,
Hostility prevailed us all.
Deny.
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Trench Knife
02:42
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Seeds have been sown to unearth the dead,
Vengeance drip-fed through a hollow point.
These are the tales told through gritted teeth,
Written, no consequence.
Progress; has broken your will.
Chaos; we will employ.
Broken; the rules to engage,
With a trench knife.
We will swear to avenge the day,
Curse all the bones that lie in wait.
Expose, indoctrinate,
Sending them to shallow graves.
Progress; has broken your will.
Chaos; we will employ.
Broken; the rules to engage,
With a trench knife.
Take, manipulate the blade as it's driven deep.
Take heed, we fear no death.
Gloat as we fucking take it.
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Fall Under Foot
03:06
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The worn gears are rusted,
The cogs have depleted,
Lay waste to our broken souls.
Driven the man who has lost it all,
He curses the day it began.
We have come to destroy,
Lay siege, desecrate.
Sanctums that haven't burned,
Will fall under foot.
Slave from the crypt
That which came from the pit.
Conscripting the weak to obey.
We march to Death’s door
Like many before.
Harmful predominate.
Hung, swinging from the gallows,
Bound by the hands that led you hear.
Are you lost? Searching for a way out?
Chased by your shadows,
This is what you deserve.
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