2000 years, the child, the king Taunted by the demons who prey Beyond this day, foreseen by your God Where is he when the darkness comes? They come for him, hatred bound Evil guided by the only son Remove the one they fear the most And only then the darkness crawls They shall rise, to take what's theirs Removing the virus that feeds on the weak In Hells celebration, the loss of a king Into night's requiem infernal What sort of man will he become? A living strain upon our kind He will be raised to serve his fathers name And only in death, this martyr will fail They shall rise, to take what's theirs Removing the virus that feeds on the weak In Hells celebration, the loss of a king Into night's requiem infernal Black clouds devour the light, wicked world, this chosen birth The scent of nightly rain, to mask the smell of death Arriving with dusk, to steal the faith in man A chance not willing to take, serpents tongue that smells the fear They shall rise, to take what's theirs Removing the virus that feeds on the weak In Hells celebration, the loss of a king Into night's requiem infernal
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