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Ghavenor! The holy ones are the horde that fears you

wear the armor of God, as your skin burns within

born into hell, twisted deceit

revelations incarnate, an unhallowed war

I don't know whats worth fighting for, or where I've gone

where I've found myself, yet again I fall

won't accept a savior, a suicidal thrall

I pray for the traitors heresy, that hearkens my call

every circle the same, my hope is lost

no rest for the damned, the reprobate, unholy is all

all hail treachery