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Enamoured with the benighted czar

Her beauty defiled through diaphanous garb

Ephemeral love for the prevalent ruse

A primordial gloom for those who seek her doom

Invoking fear in most who lust for repent

Their sin--a lost art--It was the birth of repress

Pretense worship is the genuine err

To obey the divine is to live consciously blind

A squalid emblem

Subjugate the mortal lie

A fallacy--the true unholy measure

Jus sanguinis is her way of life

An unharnessed ravenHis wing will conquer all

Those amongst who are unenlightened

Will receive the fiercest blow

The prophecy that she bestows

Among the weak is filth

Her most prodigious mold

The only fate we have foretold

Is ourselves, our will

We rend those souls opposed

And down upon the midnight sky

We will renounce the wrath

Heighten her tide of demise

If this night succeeds, the black

Will stain the earth and all is

Lost--Who will shear the path?

The severed whore bears a foolish rant

Beneath her glare is clear thought-an infallible stab

Ousted in an astral dimension

Is her "truth"-the life-the death-we won't succumb

Amass the earth as one synthetic majesty-The siren song--A necromancer of sorts

Evil akins to the foul cursed law

Our storm will devour-spew forth a hideous squall

The sheer disgust of "faith"

Absorbs our mind--imbibed

The writ must be erased

Her fiery eyes that heed

The land should be gouged

Alive--She will fall by our hand

The pallid heart that she can

Impose--is as black as the night-Will she war with her foes?

Volition is the ground where we

Stand--We'll defend ourselves

Our steel eager to brand

The dust of centuries

A veil of myth and lore

In the end, it will reap the futile

Their soul shall fall upon the sword