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Bring the fables from thy tomb
sporadic doom as knights loom
Does clergy support this passion?
Pure wrath of the winged assassin
A time of fate, your spite sooths
Untold the stories of thy muse
Hour is late as kingdoms unfold
Signs in disarray, you fight in loath
[More], when your
[In the groove], in core
[With the muse], is your
[Light the fold], with torch
Cues of silence spark the mastery
Knights revolt to demonic treachery
Can this seal be broken?
Has our fate awoken?
Who's this antichrist?
Judgment waits on the test of time
Welcome to the thoughts of a coward's disband
Cuz now you're in the shadow of an angel's wingspan
Choose your cradle of filth
Discipline that I've instilled
Turn and face your sacrifice
As I revolve this lead of might
Immune to your parasite, except the hourglass that grains the time
Try to find the antidote, counting down towards the undertow
In my world where only time is feared, single handedly I draw your first tear
Sway strong to the truthful frequency, spirits swim in the wares of history