Conjurers of the old abyss Mystified the distant serpents hiss Spark of life into imagined forms A spark of faith and a lie is born Death to the immortal realm False truths propagate fear Death to all religion now And the fools who cant see through the clear Death to all those who confound And regress our people as a whole Death upon this bloodied ground Sever the hand of his stranglehold Dark creations from ailing brains Fiends of falsehood cannot ascertain Truth from logic in modern times Cut the baggage of this profound lie Only the truth will survive Death is raining down from the abysmal clouds Of their minds Give the apocalypse to the believers now Its about damn time Theres no life in your false creator Believers of the lie refuse to see the gain With their eyes Slaves lying motionless in broken, bloody chains Its their own demise Theres no truth at all in dark creations
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