Take your chalice brute drink of cold mockery Your cutting edge sinks into my heart from behind Judas kill your Christ for talents let thine hand never gather the ravens shall take your soul in laughter for ye shall become a mascot of deceit nations shall follow the crosses of Kane the wicked shall give birth inside your temple the righteous shall discern your matter the cares of the earth lays on your door step as you brush your feet on this bloody grindstone for your swords for others life shall sharpened unto someone sorrow loyalty has succumb the iniquity of sin O kings why thy worship the prince of this principle air breathe in delight scorning our four corners the atlas has been turned astray the feudal system had unveiled its wrath on commoners oligarchy guillotines quiets heroes and heroine s nlistic souldier
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