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Sometimes it is too good to be true

Do you ever wonder how we've gotten to this point?

A mirage, a facade, a setup

This is our predetermined fate

An offering for the greater good

With each turn of the page, another nightmare manifests itself

Lying dormant and begging for this moment

Within each story holds a tragedy, a sacrifice

This is where they fester until they are awakened

Bound by flesh and blood

Misery soaked with every turn of the page

Agony filled memoirs

An awakening of an ancient beast

They grovel at every howl

His minions will carry his message throughout this story

This blood sacrifice is the final crusade

The birth of a new being

They shall feast on the carrion

Consuming everything that was once mortal

Entrails are worn like medals of victory

Harvesters of hatred (x2)

Succubus of slavery (x2)

Engraved within the walls is an ancient script

Indecipherable to the human eye

They come to his beck and call

This is why they all gather

This is our sanctuary, our home

Hear me now as I slay this virgin

This is our blood pact. I beseech you

Cast upon your hatred onto thee

The bearer of pain

Cast upon your hatred onto thee (x2)

The bearer of pain (x2)

Assassinate. Evisercate. Decimate. Incinerate (x2)