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Torn from the earth

Wicked design

Consciousness drawn from beyond

And sealed with a ritual sign

Titan of stone

Torn from the earth

Silent and deft

Withered and dried

Slave to the master of rites

Unnatural rites

Revealing what's left

No soul suits you

For my ill-willed intent

Nameless, fearless

Soulless, absentient

Animation is breathed into you

To exist for my purpose

Strength match the spine of the world

With no name and no voice

Rise From

My Will

My Hate

Fear Your Drive

Creation is bent on destruction

Revenge by proxy

Poured all my hate into you

Never remorse, no pain

Rise From

My Will

My Hate

Fear Your Drive

When your master is through

Settled debts, evened scores

When there's no more chaos to wreak

He will keep you no more

When your master is done

Hear him sharpen his sword

He will cut out your tongue

Crush you, rob you of form

In a shallow dug grave

Twenty feet from his door

Between life and undeath

You will sleep nevermore