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Breeding grounds of all-consuming death

The blessed ones' and their sanguine feast

Fustuarium

Heretical wretches strewn across Ge's altar

The Mad God dances with Panic and Rout

The lies that we utter, the pain we inflict,

All to appease, the sacerdotal sick

The desecration act infests the Life-Giver

For every tenth; a worsened fate

Demonic acts veiled by false piety

Mankind's benediction fall on deaf ears

Devout Age, Heretical Age, Flesh Age, Ash Age...

Reign of the Impure, vilification of Once-Sacred

They all die

And as their remains fester, none see their fate

Their sacrifice was in vain

-Solo-