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It’s been too many years the light has left me

The cold reality, the cold reality

A mirror I push my hand through

Black candles and a black mass

You take my light

Pull me into darkness

God has sent me down, bring forth the exodus

Pray for a thousand locusts, trampled by the hordes

Resisting the razors

The apathy of the dead

Smoldering ashes we are unborn

Lay the stones

Mark the cardinal directions

Bring out the skulls, bring out the skulls

I slip into a time forgotten

I slip into a perfect silence

I am the king of the dead

I wear a crown of your bones

I can’t suppress the intent

I can’t surrender my blood

I slip into a time forgotten

I slip into a perfect silence

Lay the stones

Mark the cardinal directions

Bring out the skulls, bring out the skulls

I am the king of the dead

I wear a crown of your bones

I can’t suppress the intent

I can’t surrender my blood

God has sent me down, bring forth the exodus

Pray for a thousand locusts, trampled by the hordes

Resisting the razors

The apathy of the dead

Smoldering ashes we are unborn

It’s been too many years the light has left me

The cold reality, the cold reality

Sinking beneath the current of lies