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Ancient truth echoing in aeons

By the masses hiding behind their lies

O, seven stars thine splendour yields

Before the purging flame

Let the lies burn

Their lies cauterized

Demagogues, holy books

The pure alike

Cast aside all of life

From their bones rise a world anew

Apostles kneel before ascending storm

For its wrath will scourge the earth

Blessed by the withering presence of god

They close their eyes before the reckoning

And the priests beheld the seven stars

As they fell from the grace

Their flocks once so mesmerized

Freed by the purest flame

The empire built on smoldering soil

From the ashes of the dead

Far beyond the reach of our creator

Desecrating the dying gods