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Mentally defiled from the cold black absence

Fighting for control of my new corpse

Haunted by the presence of a million memories

Plucked from kindred souls

Histories and tombstones but a faded practice

No one left the victors to survive

Led to burn for nothing but a brand new horror

Forced upon the meadow taking life

My mind is open wide

Thrust into a realm

Of dark and light forsaken

Crafted by its hand

To muse the sins of man

While plotting its revenge

With ash and sacrifice

The herald of the end

Behold, the product our sin

And when you see it’s portraits on the walls

Then you will know just what it meant to fall

This is your home, we’ve waited far too long

The seventh birth, you are right where you belong

Within this realm

Where it found peace

We have found secrets of our Tyrant ruler

And if you seek

For truth or lies

You will find both inside our shattered garden

Personify the soul attached within you

Evoke the strength left vacant for the hatred in your heart

The pure one

The gathering one

The bleeding one

The blinding one

The darkened one

The nurturing one

The burning one

Bred as captives knowing only death

So when you feel your fated lonely call

Then you will know, its lies were told to all

Bringer of fear, a harbinger in thrall

After your wrath, there will be nothing to recall

The Tyrants plan

Will be fulfilled

Now that the burning one is manifest

There’s no escape

From truth and lies

You’re now a patron of our shattered garden