Emancipate the forever enslaved
Devouring sources of dismay
Consuming the not consumable
Controlling the uncontrollable
This solitude arose to abdicate
Lords of a distant world evoked within
Dethrone the kings of old
Enthrone the extract of sins so cold
Forge the sins sublime
The sins sublime
Foul soils ignite transcendent abnormities
Conjured, employed by mad beliefs
Foul soils ignite grim lying deceit
Insubstantial concise ignorant disease
For belief, just for belief
Forge the sins sublime
The sins sublime
Vague cries of dark distant times
Arose for abdication dissolved
Dethrone kings of old
It's my time, the extract of sins so cold
I devour what thou can't digest
Turn soils sour, thy orders infest
Holy father moan and confess
Preached totems, convalescence in death
Behold the forge of sins sublime
Of sins sublime, the sins so vile

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