Dreaming so vibrant while sleeping in the blood of dead tyrants. Wondering where the time went avenging the lives spent. counting the heads of......
Our temples built from their bones. Our pews built from their thrones.
Chalices filled with the cut throats spilled of dead tyrants. Inri forgotten by the abscent minded. Absolution, restitution, our enemies will find them.
Our temples built from their bones. Our pews built from their thrones.
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