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The rise of evil plagued us all our lives

As we fell from grace to tomb

Woven winds sang silent death march hymns

Down the hall of golden ruin

The time has come to bare your mercy

Feel your will, slip away

Elijah reborn prophet of the old

Twelve jars of water in his hands

The fateful all fall down to their knees

Brood of vipers claim their god

The time has come to bare your mercy

Feel your will, slip away

Behold, I pray for you

And your soul cast to fire

Pools of sorrow surrounding you

I come to fulfill desire