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Please keep me sane

Until your light returns

from the shades of night

I cant bear the thought of a new day

Deceptive and disgraced.

Over and over again.



  Purge the land

  Cleanse the souls

  End what they had started

  Purge the land

  Cleanse the souls

  Heed thy gods call

  Heed thy God's call

A mighty need will arise

For someone to expurge the blight

From your turbid pith.

  In my absence

 You will partake of my enduring suffer

 Skin swamped with filth and dust

 Will be your coffin

I will be the scarab,

Of your wretched life.

And I will leave my mark.

Heed my call !

I will be the scarab,

Of your wretched life.

And I will leave my mark.