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Perched high atop your foul, vicious, winged beast.

Unleash your design.

Who guards this tower with his sleepless eye?

Well I say who are you?

Hierophant.

Stared at the sun.

Now the mirror reflects only lies.

Flee not yet Foolish Child.

Solace found in the sea of decay.

The ruin of man is at hand.

Judgement draws nigh, corrupting the land.

False messiah, lead your people to their grave.

Rewriting the laws of man.

Perverting the scriptures again and again.

The eyes of night have seen the serpents will.

To you I say

Who are you Hierophant?

He who holds the sword, decides who holds the pen.

And when you hold hands with the night, you will see how cruel it is.