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I will bring her ashes to the brimstone, to rest, to waste no more

To grow the seed of a fruitful world

And I’ve cleansed all traces of human failure

The hunted, once hunters, hungry for armageddon

With claws, I spawned from sacred embers

And now on tattered wings I soar above the smouldering bodies

No human life will go unpunished

For every debt must be fulfilled

In nauseous suffering

A song of footsteps and cracking bones

I’ve tasted flesh with no sign of mercy

The fires I’ve bestowed in my savage glory

The scent of wretched death in mourning

The fickle scourge of silence

Damnation, they promised to our ear and break it to our hope

You are now, the ashes beneath my feet

Buried in my dream that I cannot escape