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For thousand of years, our pride's been growing
For thousand of years, our hate's been concealed
For thousand of years, we've been gathering
The end of good have showed it's presence
We have summoned our father, the highest one
The return of the blasphemer, the death of the chosen one
The glare of the burning garden, the final sign of our might
We have laid Eden in ashes
For thousand of years, our pride's been growing
For thousand of years, our hate's been concealed
For thousand of years, we've been gathering
The end of good have showed it's presence
We have choked the light
We have proved our might
The ashes are wiped out by the wind
And with it, dust of angels
The memory of good are withering
Like it's dying kingâ¦
Like it's dying kingâ¦
Like it's dying kingâ¦