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To your right, to your left -

all things without a reason to be

Listen and all useless is heard

Behold and all futile is seen

Life against life

hail death in thousandfold

So feed the tombs, cleanse the dirt!

Saints of blood

bring us death, in thousandfold

So cleanse the dirt

His will be done!

Genocide, decimation

His will be done!

His will as yours, his will as law

Surrender to him, your new will law!

Enlightenment has no womb

in the land of the living

but thrives through victories of

tempest, trial, tribulation and toil

What other word is needed to be spoken

what message is to further send?

Surrender to him, your new will law

To whom must I turn in addition?

What blank is there left to fill?

For the word is no longer mine

and my voice not mine to speak

for I have spoken my truth

and sent it to the farthest shore

What once was I is no longer with me

for this side of the border made me another

What could flesh ever offer

a yearning born from nil and void?

What could repetitive cycles allure

for this side of the border made me another

What could flesh ever offer

a yearning born from nil and void?

What could repetitive cycles allure

a heart that is forged on the anvil of passion?

The ideals of endtime given flesh...