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In shadows deep, his whispers call,

A prophet born to watch them fall.

With eyes ablaze, he sings of sin,

The dark hymn starts, it pulls him in.

The city screams beneath his feet,

A knife in hand, the end’s complete.

“They’re all against me,” he proclaims,

In blood, he writes their burning names.

The priest, with poison in his hand,

Fed visions dark across the land.

A twisted soul, a broken mind,

Sacerdos leaves the light behind.

His bandmates fall, their voices drowned,

In his delusion, no one’s found.

A storm of rage, a prophet lost,

The streets are cold, they pay the cost.

The blood-soaked knife, the final song,

He swore to end the endless wrong.

A martyr for a twisted cause,

The world would bow to his applause.

The priest, with poison in his hand,

Fed visions dark across the land.

A twisted soul, a broken mind,

Sacerdos leaves the light behind.

The sirens wail, but he stands tall,

"I’ve saved you all," his final call.

The chains now bind, but still he grins,

The hymn goes on, the dark begins.

The priest, with poison in his hand,

Fed visions dark across the land.

A twisted soul, a broken mind,

Sacerdos leaves the light behind.

Inside his cell, the voices sing,

A hero crowned, a madman’s king.

And in his mind, the hymn remains,

A world undone by bloody chains.