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You think you know when my time is right

Standing there with your shining might

No more than a frail lie

Now it's gone, give me a fight

Time and time again

Your pain leads the way

Nails pierce through my neck

Were a death serum, now it's wrecked

Halt your ever strong reign

Don't set shadow on the pain

You're no more than a frail lie

Now it's gone, give me a fight

Look at what you have become

Oh sweet saint, your role here's done

Corrosive lies, whispered bane

Now here's what you are, unanswered crave

For he whom has been raised to hate

Through hate he sees and to hate awakes

For he whom has been raised to hate

Through hate he sees and hate creates

Carrier of this burden

Burden of disguise

Corroded by nothing

Weaving your malice through time

When blades turn to rust

And pain turns to dust

Omens tell of light

But you're forever corrupt

After many lost endeavors

The gales are soon to rise

Aeons of lost times slip away