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I am the author,

Dream up your pain drink as did bacchus,

Rebel just like cain lord of the city,

I shall remain all pandemonium,

I shall reign set in my fortress

Up on my hill drinking the wine

Till I've had my fill building up high,

My castle walls oh to

Veil my splendid fall

I present you, I present to you

I present you, this crown of worms

Surrounding myself with misery drawn

Curtains heavy of my history exquisite

I am perfect unity on my left hand is false majesty I feign affection,

Refute the true story dispute with creation,

The lie is my glory i care for no-one,

My gospel is death for me the lights gone,

Only darkness is left as black in deed,

As cold as stone a commandment of one,

As proud as gold as neglected in spirit,

As time is old as legion is numbers,

As legend is told i am alone with agony of truth my power of will,

My judgement and chain

My end is knowledge and conscience of guilt

My final confusion hidden from me til I'm done