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Heathens on the ground below

Rot in their new Sodom

Their sinful ways lead them astray

Gods light they've forgotten

I am the prophet that they await

My arc will bring redemption

I will wipe them from this world

For their many transgressions

The seed of the prophet shall seat the throne

And drown in flames, the mountains of man

Through baptismal waters I shall be cleansed

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I will be born again

I purified on their behalf

To show them a new Eden

But they rejected paradise

The weak and fickle heathens

And as they drown in sin and lies

They'll beg for our return

But when we come we'll torch their lands

And watch their cities burn

The seed of the prophet shall seat the throne

And drown in flames, the mountains of man

Through baptismal waters I shall be cleansed

x2

I will be born again