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Imprint with shame

The trace we leave

Foreseen events of

The omen of creed

Desecrated image

Our purest gift

Save us from perdition

Grant shelter

To those after me

Repentance, now it’s too late

Maintain equal balance

Between nature and men

Chastise upon us

Feast on the holy flesh

Bleak halo, dark, unclear

Martyrdom of the weak.

Mesmerizing achievements

As the deluge couldn’t with thee

Standing on the 7th seal

The countdown will reveal

Fools the penance is here

Fools perished shall be

Soldiers and knights

On bent knees

Awaiting the demise

Thus heaven I’ve forfeited,

I know it full well.

My soul, once true to god,

Is now chosen for hell.