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I’ve seen the wicked one’s

wicked plans

poisoning their people

a plague upon the righteousness of man

and those same wicked one’s

wicked hands

built that crooked steeple

cursed the ground on which it stands

I’ve heard the drummers beat

calling me

pulsing in it’s brilliance

the rhythm of the ritual command

I’ve heard the dire screams

bellowing

faintly in the distance

spreading dread across the land

In my dreams

I’m wandering alone

In my dreams

Your tomb becomes their throne

I know they’re watching me

cunningly

twisted crown of thorns to

place above the brow of heresy

and if the moon becomes

the frozen sun

don’t say I didn’t warn you

the truth is there for all to see

In my dreams

I’m wandering alone

In my dreams

Your tomb becomes their throne

To the altar they will crawl

Behind those temple walls

Glory in his name

But when that hammer falls

Obliterates it all

My spirit still remains