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In sunder

To the crest we are raised

Conspirators

To this end of days

Shrivelled bounty, withered, stark terrains

We have waited, seeing, your clambering

And now we suffer, suffer, this our fate.

We knew it would become us to burn

And now we burn

Feudal futures

These knots of our blood

Altered

Growth and decay in this flux

In clusters of fear

Assemble fraternal philosophies

We are the true gods returning

This we say unto all

Damnations breath we shall breathe

Burning lungs swell and fall

The furnace of nature and will

Pistons fire steam from your tears

Emancipate the fallen

In these insane years

A ruthless tempest unshackled

How freely your blood it shall spill

Drive them before you

With an iron axe and an iron will