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Monarch of useless ruin

Your fatal harvest grows nothing but human waste

With the blackest of tongues, like the power of the sun

You can give life or take it away

Conjuror of false illusion

Your tainted lies hold nothing but septic hopes

Wrapped in the trust of a shining cross

Will they ever shed this light and see the truth

From your throne you've left us all to die again

Inciting viscous whispers

Fall on willing ears

Sick obedience mastered

Strengthened by your fear

Wild and mindless furor

Your devout lash out in anger

Fierce relentless battles

Designed to make us suffer

Your promised light was the only way

But your path of myths brings darker days

Shed this light

Wake and rise

Shed this light

Wake or die

In the blinding glow of your craven prophets

They steal the precious life from within your veins

Peel away the rotten layers

And tear yourselves away from their torturous light