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Holding her throat, it wont take long

Soon her flowers will wither forgotten

The clouds are moving fast

The skies will soon erupt

Stagnant beliefs will be laid to rest

As the gods themselves tremble

Horn of the nurturer will fall

And her fruit will rot

There are no crimes,

Only actions

And I have committed nothing

And will Carry the consequences

Where there is a master

There is a slave

The clouds are moving fast

A storm coming

Carve your own path

In to the tree of life

Don't use the road

Raped by the weakened mind

The journey will go on

Oh, what a price to pay

But the price to pay

Is indifferent

The clouds are moving fast

The sky is erupting

Morality is dead

I am my own master

The values of old

Do not exist anymore

Hope is weakness

Where man dwells

Above this filth

I won't bow rule divine