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The warnings

Damped by your lies

The mourns resound

In this land of hypocrites

It's too late to pray

[Chorus]

Paste crowns will fall

And be scattered like ashes

The dinner is served

A feast for the crows

Your clinking glasses

Drown out those cries of loss

Just close your eyes

Ignore those bodies in the mud

It's too late to pray

[Chorus]

The last piece of luxury

A poor comfort for you

The vermin knows no doors

Prepare to perish like your slaves

Sweet fruits and dishes

Are rotten in your hands

Precious wine

Spilled and mixed with blood

It's too late to pray

[Chors]

Fall off you thrones

Decay like rats

Subverted by

The plague