Sentinels of mercy, supplicating hands
Oratory virulence, my wish is your command
Bow! Kneel! Moan! Kiss the stone!
Frantic exaltation, piety portrayed
Silence is a virtue, silent you'll remain
Bow! Kneel! Moan! Kiss the stone!
Traitor. Despised. Suffer
Dethrone. In hate. Slaughter
Thought it was your world
A sea of shimmering faces
Yet it was your doom
To be dragged down in it
Wasted all the years aflame with desire
Wasting all your time in exile
Lost in empty days of fervor and guile
Waiting for the golden sign
And at the apex of your
Vain pontification
Suffocate now in the gloom

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