| Enlightened by the aftermath of war
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| A twisted perversion seared the hearts of slaves
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| Branded in the image of their masters
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| In the wake of The Great Deluge
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| The kingdom lies in vast desolation
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| Permeation of sickness and sorrow
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| A travesty of man has now ensued
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| To rid them of the burdens of their past
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| The tribes were divided, scattered and thrown into disarray
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| Then the Deities ascended the sky
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| Leaving behind lost creations to sift through the lies
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| With folly the wicked will inherit the earth
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| Enslaving their brothers with ideals of rebirth
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| No longer bound to the foot of the throne
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| As demigods they conquer with their master’s conviction
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| Mere machines of desperate emulation
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| With false depictions and purposeless sacrifice
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| They are lost forever
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| Bow down to the phantoms
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| Bow down to the ghosts in the sky
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| (Lead: M. Pugh)
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| Worshiping mortals as gods
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| Seeking false truth to no end
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| For the path of apotheosis
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| Has slipped through the grips of man
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| Illuminated by no obstruction of power
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| And twisted delusions of lavish grandeur
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| (Lead: M. Low)
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| They are now gods of man seeking out the weak
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| And frail diluted bloodlines
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| Cursed is the flesh fabricated by the eternal resonance
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| Of vile endeavors of man
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| With false depictions and purposeless sacrifice
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| They are lost forever
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| The frailty of existence will be their demise
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| Egotistical commandments hold sway to their lies
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| Rely on the peasants who serve while programmed to be blind
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| Making them gods of the masquerade
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| Their screams for mercy will fall upon deaf ears
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| Servants to the cause of The Great Deceiver
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| Bow down to the phantoms
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| Bow down to the ghosts in the sky
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| Deception was their device to crush the weak
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| Lost and bewildered, the verminous cretins
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| Will glorify nothing on their knees |