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Have them all run free

Make them all believe

Have them all crawl towards the gates

As the villages crumble

And death is at hand

As I touch the death of my inner self

I raise the burning land

Build me an army of slaves in delusion

Make them believe in my words, my resolution

Have them from rank here, and march towards their end

Spare no survivors-aiming for a repent

But to that second circle of hell

Where the gust, the whirlwind, and flaw

Of rain and hail-stones need not tell

Their sorrows-pale where the lips I saw

Make them all appear

Sound and without fear

They will have no choice but to follow me

Mobilize them, insurrect them

Teach them how to follow the words I say

As they all appear to be known by fear

Make them crawl towards these fucking gates

On the edge of the meadow, spawn from the shadows

To do my work, to do my will

Kill all the weak, and all who fail to see

I am the ruler of this world