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Mercy forgotten and left behind

With rushing blood in veins

We rise and destroy false (your) gods

Until our swords get blunt

I am your foe

I am your enemy

I come to absolve your sins

Obey my tyranny

I've seen millions of hopes

That disappeared in gloom

I've been tempted by multiple dreams

But I stepped aside from them

I was promised the world of nonchalant peace

But I heard the inner voice

It whispered to me, "That was disease"

Funeral shroud falls upon the world

Non-healing wounds will cover the bloody earth

Our swords are razor sharp

On the cross you'll turn to dust

Tongues of fire caress tormented flesh

Swords without remorse turn it to shreds

Impaled heads grin

Welcoming their master

Another deadly sin will send you into after