Behold! As Thy Iron Pillars Fall
Thy Throne And Long Dead Beliefs
In A Warm Embrace With Fantasy
They Speak Of Broken Dreams
Jihad, For God, All Mighty, The Tyrant
Fasad, By Men, Believers, Dis-Believers
In Lack, Of Heart, And Mind, Of Men
The World, Grows Poor, And Cheaper, Day By Day
Hour By Hour
Degrade Low To None
Heart By Heart
Thy Will Will Exist No More
Behold! As Thy Judgment Call
On The Serpentine Throne You Reign
In A Warm Embrace With Destiny
You'll Turn Nothing But Memory

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