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Hunger holds their brethren, as they hold this world dominion, even voices of our fathers cant describe this burden

Beneath their holy sculptures, they see us as aberrations to their perfect heaven frame, we are the caricature

Their self image is imperial

Their vistas of man are radical

We can sense their craving of our blood

But in shadows we hold the flame

In darkness were are all the same

Counting down the days, as their procreation fills the world, with more deluded followers of ancient brainwash based faith

But as we hold the source of being thorn in their flesh, were able to cultivate our blood if we never submit to fear

Their false doctrines are cynical

Their crusades are non-ethical

We can sense the hatred in their hearts

Like immortals we became

In aeons we remain

Final inquisition is here, their eyes starts to glow as they wait prognostications become true.

But iam not a man i do as i command, i live in darkness and i am what they call a "god"

And as the day goes by no one landed from the sky, you can read betrayal from their face

But our blood is evolving stronger, our mind is beyond their order, liberation was to get rid of their rotten grace

Their self image is imperial

Their vistas of man are radical

But in shadows we hold the flame

In darkness were are all the same

Their false doctrines are cynical

Their crusades are non-ethical

But in shadows we hold the flame

In darkness were are all the same

like immortals we became

In aoens we remain