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A bone dry wasteland

 Sands as red as the blood they’ve spilled

 A graveyard of kings

 Victims of Medusa

 All their faces sealed in stone

 They’ve all fallen from their thrones

 The Reaper’s hand in mine

 Even gods can die

 The Reaper draws the line

 Even gods fucking die

 A radiant golden disk

 A chariot of fire

 This is the flail to your back

 This is the snapping of your neck

 The shepherd’s crook is in the Devil’s hands

 Gather the weak

 Slaughter the fucking sheep