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All that we built

All that we own

In hands that can't be trusted

Hands too weak

To bear the flame

Or to exhaust it

We, legion negative

Will level all that's seen

Beneath the arching absolute

We reach everything

Bury the cause

Stab, stab, stab it dead

Bury the flaw

Cut, cut, cut its head

Look at you

Death dealers

God-bringers

Truth killers

Violence set us free

Ruin

The healer

Redeemer

Come, hear it

We, who'll always be hungry