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There standing in their midst, the golden statue of Molek

Its gargantuan arms… extended above the flames of oblivion

The blaze envelops the child, as flames fall upon the body

The limbs contract as the body slips quietly into the brazier

Thou doth drawn the wrath of devastation,

And be exiled from among his righteous people

Thou hath given of thine seed unto Molek,

To defile thy sanctuary, to profane thy holy name

For Tophet is ordained

For thy scum who turneth thy soul;

He hath made it so endless and profound

Hail! For the king it is prepared

The breath of the Lord, like a stream of fire and brimstone.

Woe to the city of bloodshed

Cry out – their screams echo in the mountains

Behold! Noble sacrifice of flesh

O have thee brought unto me

The sacrifice!

United by the gift of death

Cursed by the burden of life

Welcome home my child

To serenity and truth

Just beyond the flood

Eternity awaits

Anointed by fire

Creator and consumer of life

Devourment to preclude the prophecy

Within the somber, horrid depths of the wilderness

Thy shall hearken to thy voice; I beseech thee for contribution

Lest thine hands fall upon thee with pestilence, fury, and devastation.

All must kneel before thou king, vow unto thee; Thine have forsaken God