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Now in torment, I wish that life

Would bless me to die,

This mould of purity, driven out

I cannot conceive this embrace to hold control,

Heaving me up, this must to die ?

I rest in all gods peace,

For now I know all is safe...

The tide of faith has drowned,

The followers of hipocrisy,

Preaching to destroy.

Life has passed unscathed,

A time of blessed divinity,

Now the herd has turned inept,

Controlled by the madmans vitility,

All has been deceived,

I await the sign of security,

The king shall be betrayed

To fill his own avidity.

The sign will come through a solstice,

Which will blind and trick the swarm,

The blackened life shall resurrect,

The wolf shall be reborn.

Now, drink from the golden cup,

The blood of the pious whore,

Vile stentch of blackened flesh,

Nourished by the sacred to be born,

Repent what has been boorn,

Glimpse of guilt eternal spite,

Wheel of torment twisting...