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The purile form the weakened mind
 The pools that linger in our wake
 Compelled to act, yet not to think
 These are the lambs that will surely fall

 Borne out of fire, a new regime
 A beacon for the ancient gods
 Their empire crumbled into ash
 Let ignorance reign no more

 Unto the glory of the stars
 We hail the night sky
 Gathered beneath
 We seal the pact and bring its chaos

 The nothing within
 Breeds darkness without
 Consorting with hatred
 The furious winds of belial's bond
 From which there is no escape

 The atrophy of mankind
 Degenerated into drones
 chasing illusions of any worth
 To worship shadows is to live for naught

 To belial the pariahs turn
 To the fiends of darkness' throne
 A covenant born out of the grave
 Our blood shall wash away their kind

 And now you see this life before thee
 Is but a detour to illusion
 The love they preach is but a weakness
 To sate the mind-fields which they sow

 As they scream into eternity
 The blades of wisdom carve their flesh
 A fate procured through idle minds

 And now you see this life
 Before thee
 Is but a detour into illusion
 The love that theyr preach is but a weakness
 To sate the mind-fields which they sow 

 As they scream into eternity
 The blades of wisdom carve their flesh
 A fate procured through idle minds
 And nothing will remember them