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See god is dead and we killed it for our sacrament

When god is dead we secede into the will of man

Self reliance ground in fortitude

but we need each other more than we need the moon

Cosmic chaos so close and yet so far

We need each other more than we need the stars

Love is dead and we killed it for our sacrament

When love is dead we retreat into the minds of men

Now we’re all dead suicide for our sacrament

When we’re all dead we’ll receive deserved punishment

Digging the grave dirt covering heads and mouths of the betrayal

Frost upon limbs of mighty trees towering

Frost upon my lone heart one that speaks unto the ancients

Spilling the blood probing the ether deathrite shaman in exile

Praying the way to abominations unseen

Summoning annihilator

Spreading the plague

Knowing that our time has come

Deathrite Shaman in exile