Now is the time of prophecies untold, sublimation of blind restless pain for this moment will eternally last Im the reek in the lust of new world Indulge in the scent of blood, of rotten flesh golden wings In the lines between words Preaching my will, your dreams, my void Middle ground between nave dimensions I preach violence I recreate torture chambers sealed from outside with gods bronze. Now, bleed Watch me reborn! How did we end here? It escapes my memory How did we end here? Visions and medium are becoming flesh How did we end here? Now heed the voice of your wounds Call me, call me Never Call me, call me Now Cry, as your ages are dying Disease is flesh This is fire Cry! I see your ages dying, as word become flesh Invasive probe washing history with blood Canvas for the crayons, for the children to come Watch me paint and celebrate the suffering delight I am the adveniens, Future of the past
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