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Pretenders to the throne of I
Confined and diseased in a life so habitual
Epitome of my creation
Weak attempts in a world you could never grasp
I demand the blood
Drained from the bodies of the ones who deceived me
I demand the flesh
Stripped off the bones and burned of its sanctity
I demand the soul
Cast into fires of an everlasting hell
I demand the memory
Erased from my mind and never to return
Chaos in the form of order
Sygian visions with the ability to crush
Heresy denies the threshold
Lost are the ones who fall short of my ordinance
Sinful in the ways so ageless
Born to the shrine of unearthly creation
Prophecy of the shadow
Impaled on the bones of the failed and forgotten
I demand the blood
Drained from the bodies of the ones who deceived me
I demand the flesh
Stripped off the bones and burned of its sanctity
I demand the soul
Cast into fires of an everlasting hell
I demand the blood
Drained from the bodies of the ones who deceived me
I demand the flesh
Stripped off the bones and burned of its sanctity
I demand the soul
Cast into fires of an everlasting hell
I demand the memory
Erased from my mind and never to return