Tailor-made death hand wake, guilt spilt on bloody hands abroad
Our destiny laid to waste, the funeral pyre burning higher
Watching the rising fire, lick the roasting flesh of a liar
Consent with breaking his world, devour
Taken no solace in the dying days
Ashen skies once blue
Testament of the olden spires, netherworld philosophies
Burning to ashes the trail, the trail of empires
Watching the rising fire, lick the roasting flesh of a liar
Consent with breaking his world, devour
Requiem of forgotten ways and of what doesn't kill you
Requiem of forgotten ways and of what doesn't kill you
What doesn't kill you
Scolding the child who knew too much
His eyes alive with conquest
The tongue of man stirred a cauldron
Brewing holy war
Taken no solace in the dying days, ashen skies once blue
Requiem of forgotten ways, and of what doesn't kill you
Determination
Termination
Obliteration
Decapitation
The stigma of our despair

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