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Rise, these, the fakers

leave not, the righteous

shrunken hollow binded flavors

now they can receive the flood

Rise

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Needles piercing filthy

forests echoes with demise

come join the waves of ascension

Be thou flies, in the wake, of a demon

Rise

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Hold me the world is below you

These flavors of glory destroy you

Forced cries it's hard to ignore you

3 eyes, may God be here for you

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There comes a day, when no one is waiting

Great giants, cradles of fire, with 3 kinds of eyes