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Bow before us

Crumbling rotting tyrant

Your own rule used against you

Our left hand wrath

Dictation of diet and clothing

Individuality and choice eroding

Golden statues sheen becomes blinding

Begging to be defiled by muck

And we will revel in their feverish screams

Once mocking laughter shifts to howls of terror

Your own momentum has felled you

Face our fury and left hand wrath, our left hand wrath

To kill them use their own weigh

Rise again

Evil dead

And take them

To kill them use their own weight

Entrap them

Then maim them

No mercy

To kill them use their own weight