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I have haunted your soul
I have fought your battles
I gave you the answers
I took your pain away
Now is the time to harvest
Now is the time to collect
To see what you have conquered
And to send your soul: to hell!
Burning corpses, the stench of flesh
Scorched field, the cleansing of the earth
Where are your gods?
Your dying prayers as futile as your faith
Every man to himself
Figure out the ways of belief
The existence of denial
I could never be crowned in that pitiful way
Cursed souls, drenched in loss
Defeated by the ineffable force
To live in oblivion or die with pride
Burning lights flashes memories