He is hater of the rotten Earth He is the nova that will drape the sky in woe We drink from his poisoned water He is lord of those who dwell bound in sickness Spitting vomit in the face of faith Cleansing us who must atone for being weak We drink from his poisoned water He is the shadow cast upon those defiled Victorious call It will not befall No salvation is free Death comes beckoning thee Encircle thee Voices come in wind Son of perdition You come beckoning me The sky embedded in the death of a nova Effigy is seen in a second of light No voice in the crack of his mouth Bastard son of God
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