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Beneath the sun, devastators march

No birds fly, under crimson skies

At the end of my years I see what I must be

An earthly vector of inhuman will

Those who crawl have become those who rule

With cruelty, power and beauty

Destroyer redeemer, bow to the fire

The eyes of god, I see dripping with blood

Bound to this rite in the grip of the night

Of unholy spirit, of autumnal light

Three heads and three throats

The burning prophet, the false messiah

So holy and proud, the heaven is rotting

Inverted prayers, to the son of the goat

Three heads and three throats

Are cut with one stroke

Blood of the lamb, splatter the throne

Between the stars, humanity is ending

Just a pile of corpses in the blackening night

Countless graves, covered in white

We return to the mist, the land of vast darkness

To continue our path, to the worlds unseen