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A sickness is breeding here

Within the soils of this world

Creation reduced to tarnished silver,

Accumulation's hollow child

Following greed sullied parables

They build on works of corruption

Raising the towers of Babel

On the backs of mindless men

Cleansing flame shall descend

The burning tongues of Phlegethon

In the name of our dark lord

Shall their blood feed the river's flow

Staring into their eyes

Nothing but emptiness

My blade shall be answer

As it falls through their flesh

Your gold and silver is tainted

And their rust shall bear witness

Your lives and deeds wasted

And your legacy is dust

The blood of billions stains the earth

None shall escape the fires

Of the infernal goddess' kiss

Humanity scattered,

they march into the abyss