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Shadows of death creep on black wings

Where your hollow prayers are silenced by your sins

We've been here before and we'll come this way again

Dragged through the flames 'til the screams all sound the same

Stand up, be counted

In the blood of deceivers be anointed

Tear them down from their ivory tower

Facing down our final hour

You are the poison - death is the cure

Crumbling feet of clay bearing gold crowned knaves

Burning eyes see through your disguise

Liars and cheaters I'll put you in your graves

Stand up, be counted

In the blood of deceivers be anointed

Tear them down from their ivory tower

Make them suffer with their feet to the fire

Stand up, be counted

In the blood of deceivers be anointed

Tear them down from their ivory tower

Make them suffer with their feet to the fire