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Wealth of ages

Built on torn backs

Gilded ascension

Driven by the lash

Written in entrails

Spilled from torn flesh

The reek in the air

Nagging taste of death

Tongues of serpents

In the mouths of prophets

Divining to prevail

From what is written in the entrails

Kings and prophets

Dictate with greed and power lust

Iron rule behind the veil

Leading lambs to slaughter

Tying knots

In puppet strings

Visions of rot and scorched earth

Death on bended knee

The gods turn their backs

On those with blighted souls

Eye for an eye, a pound of flesh

Every man must reap what he has sown

Burn