A call to take your hand For I"m at one with the dark How dare you come for me And again you must die So ancient curse known to me Behold the powers I unleash Upon your throne Know my words, feel my hate descend Lord of light I will swarm against you now Gods perverse Wickeds at my side Misery Thorns to lance your every word Nazarene Now I crown you king in pain Suffer
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