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They have slept for centuries
Rising to enthrone... the... abominations
Realm of decay, malignant stench slowly escapes
From the sufferance below
Mutilated servants of a truthless god... god...
Awaken they begin to thirst the blood
Of what is holy
And reclaim the throne... of a beheaded messiah...
Thrones of blood
They shall perish
Visions of butchery, their eyes begin to bleed...
Penance of this cleansing
Born to indigenous sacrilege
Awaiting the invocation forgotten scriptures
Covenant of the loathing oppressors of the plague
For they are seven; larvae of the ancients
Unborn as a cyst of creation
Defecated on the beliefs of man
Thrones of blood... they all shall perish
Awaken they begin to thirst the blood
Of what is holy
And reclaim the throne... of a beheaded messiah...
They have slept for centuries; purification
Of the parallels
Enthroned.... abominations