An open book a will of life A Gathering of sorts, strings pull the chord Contusions unfold beneath the dermal layers Silence uplifts the structure Nailed and fixed, An ornament to the cause A slave to his will, Reconstructed to uphold I will be reborn, Lives ripped and torn An abomination reborn Inconceivable power unleashed, Pure evil set forth To crush the skulls of many and bend the will of the unknowing Sins of his will, Strings pull the chord Forced upon you, Absorbs into me sins reborn Strings of his will, Strings pull the chord Forced upon you, Absorbs into me sins reborn Bow down before me, Heed my call Restitution of all sins Bow down before me, Heed my call Be delivered through me
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