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Unleash the tyrant now
We kneel in the burial of our will
We are merely reflections now
Our body lie still
Your aphorism will bury now
There is only hell to pay and failure in your attempt
Exhale now to see the beauty in destruction
Within the evil heart of a tyranny sublime
Unleash the tyrant now
We kneel in the burial of our will
We are merely reflections now
Our spirits roam free
You are nothing against the tides
Underneath the iron fist
Clenching gescendants of grief
To you my death might seem inevitable
A thought of wich you will be forgiven
I feel glorious as death comes my way
Immortality resonates in the glorious dead
I am dangerous as I drift in the crinsom tide of my life
I am dangerous in the crossing of a threshold
Like a serpent to a saint, in the coming of my death
Lies my sentiment of horror
Unleash the tyrant now
We kneel in the burial of our will
We are merely reflections now
Our bodies lie still
Your aphorism will bury you with the weight of a thousand
For I am resilient in my craving revenge
To you my death might seem inevitable
A thought of wich you will be forgiven
I feel glorious as death comes my way
Immortality resonates in the glorious dead
I am dangerous as I drift in the crimson tide of my life
I am dangerous in the crossing of a threshold
Like a serpent to a saint, in the coming of my death
Lies my sentiment of horror