Prophecy branded into our minds
All must bow to the false
A way to keep us docile
To quell our very existence
Bread to echo these lies
To kneel in favor of deceit
Fight, for the absence
Of those that hold our will
Destroy the ancient ways
That fill seas with blood
Abandon that which abandons us
Fear the towering monolith
Or burn by holy fire
Agendas of gluttony
Serpents bear the cross
I'd rather burn
Than serve a foolish plight
I'd rather burn
Than sell away my soul
Blood soaked gold
Pointless slaughter in the name of control
The time must come when we awaken
Witness god, an empty throne
Grasp at crumbs
Left in your wake
Claw at ankles as your power fades
Face your end from those you betray
Beaten hounds you've led astray
Denial and sacrifice eat you alive
Choke on your words, the holy must die
Blood soaked gold
Pointless slaughter in the name of control
The time must come when we awaken
Witness god
An empty throne
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