Long ago turned to dust The Human Ethics Unanimous prayer nothing but a grain of sand in the desert Salvation they seek will not come over I'll be watching them from below clutching the blade in his hand When the gods overthrown from the throne, and the prophets will fall dead Long dead rulers expect the fire from above Snakes from the forgotten depths Draws whisper to a roar ever-changing Border paradise martyrs Another flash of crimson Towards already parted the sea blood flows On mosques and shrines like wine Angel punishment obscures the sky Formed from the redemption trading suicide ghostly eyes benumbing something dead settles in Uninvited into this tomb Destined to be terrified of the creatures of the dark womb promised Rough fear a sharp weapon of war Fanatical frenzy wisely points out the path of purity Supreme desire burned at the stake Avenge something sacred instructs infinite hatred The earth will be drinking their blood when I cut their throats The temple humiliation righteous will expire
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