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Headed for

Oblivion

Save yourself

Penitent one

For you will be bathed in glory

Never mind

The rest of them

For them it’s the same old story

Cut through the hordes of the abyss

No need to ever question why

For you can choose how you will live

But never how you’ll die

Blasphemer

You shall not

Get through to

The holy ones

Blasphemer

You have been

Corrupted

Internally

For you there will be no solace

Fight to the bitter end

Your future shall see no promise

Monstrosities shall rise and fall

The culling blade gripped in your hands

And through the slaughter you stand tall

Against your rival’s sacred plans

Blasphemer

You shall not

Get through to

The holy ones

Blasphemer

You shall be

Crucified

Shamefully

As the

dew falls

so shall your foes

under

your feet will

be crushed

their souls shall

be damned

to burn

for all time

Burden of

The Blasphemer

Victim of myth