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In fire arms

You hold your justice.

Concealing pride

That blights the veins.

Sky lit

With thunders of projectiles,

They cripple limbs

But strengthen minds.

Darkness

Falls into dusk as guns keep roaring,

Corpses

Lurk in the tongues of flame.

We are

Slaves to the cause of those destroying

Our hopes,

No god to hear us pray.

Your foes are visions

From beside the rotten mask,

Transparent god

Is paragon of sin that you surpass.

Darkness

Falls into dusk as guns keep roaring,

Corpses

Lurk in the tongues of flame.

We are

Slaves to the cause

Of those destroying

Our hopes,

No god to hear us pray.

Day comes,

When we shall lead the legions

Forward.

Slaying

All standing in our way.

Godless

Will be our kingdom.

Heed this calling,

Tyrants (will)

Suffer before the plebs.