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Come on!

I rise hands hungry for the sweet pleasure and war

And you eye sunless despair in the sand of time

I open the gates of spiritual bliss

Because mine are the hands of god

I rise hands hungry for the sweet pleasure and war

And your eye of sunless despair in the sand of time

Blame you'll find will capture you

The fear will grow within the dream

In the arms of your saviour

You will drink my bitter bane

The night was sultry and close from the lust

On the hills the gardens gained power

Somebody said "This is our Lord's head"

But I wasn't needed some holy rites

To feel the cold inhuman touch

Mother the Might gave the sword to me

I rise hands hungry for the sweet pleasure and war

And your eye of sunless despair in the sand of time

Devote the essence of you to me

I'll engrave on it eternity

Then I'll cover in immortality

And ornaments of unearthly ecstasy

I write prophecies of a dying world

Because mine are the hands of god

The night was sultry and close from the lust

On the hills the gardens gained power

Somebody said "This is our Lord's head"

But I wasn't needed some holy rites

To feel the cold inhuman touch

Mother the Might gave the sword to me

I'm consumed by conceit

I'm scarlet - souled

I'm the one of the chosen

Sculptors at dawn