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Lingering stench of a charred and blackened corpse Drowned within fire and shown no remorse The cleansing has come No matter your planned escape You cannot run This morning will be the dawning of a new sun Lashed and subserviant You have been bent to our will Watched by a lidless revenant With your death, our greatest works are fulfilled Your stagnant mind Decaying from overpeception Kept in line No idea of the coming deception The New World Order Taking our victory from behind Garbed in shadow, gods in mortal guise Lords of chaos, our rule cannot be denied