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Now that the people are fed, and all the dogs are counted for

I can feel the closing dusk, sundown is here

I'm in the height of my strenght, I can control it all

Once again back on my feet, and the vision is clear

Drug-fed humanimals

Are now to be damned

They need to be conformed

Blunt their will to resist

Looking down on my empire, all is silent and under control

This is to  show who's their master, their king... their god

"Thee shallbe damned, curse on ye disobedient ones!"

Drug-fed humanimals

Are now to be damned

They need to conformed

Blunt their will to resist

The harvester of souls

You shouldn't have risen against me

Refused the addiction, medicate

What are these, dreams of grandeur?

Why I keep seeing myself falling from grace?