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Steel bites deep, a rusted crown of pain

Upon my brow, where thorns once did remain.

A broken husk, a faith nailed to the pyre.

This hollow god, set souls and dreams afire.

No shepherd's crook

Can guide my wayward soul.

From pyres of tradition,

Breaks in a new dawn.

Priesthood's eyes,

Serpents filled with scorn.

No scripture's hold

Binds this restless will.

From charred remains I rise,

Burnt with the chains, violent pain for soul's freedom.

Bathed in infernal light,

This blackened heart forever will defy.

Chains of dogma, forged in righteous lies

Choke the fire within my defiant eyes

Shadows whisper, secrets old and deep

Of primal hunger, where the damned ones sleep.

No shepherd's crook

Can guide my wayward soul.

From pyres of tradition,

Breaks in a new dawn.

Priesthood's eyes,

Serpents filled with scorn.

No scripture's hold

Binds this restless will.

From charred remains I rise,

Burnt with the chains, violent pain for soul's freedom.

Bathed in infernal light,

This blackened heart forever will defy.