Servants Of The Gods Lyrics
That our penchant for bloodIs sacred in designLet it be knownThat our penance for our godsIs pure and unifiedHeed not for our sinsFor our sins hath no pathOf impuritiesFor it is I who will conquerThis plane of existenceHeed not for our scrollsFor our text hath no pathOf deviationFor it is I who will transcend toThis plane of existenceWe must appease the godsFor fear of obliterationWe fast as part of our offeringsAs we pray for the sun andThe rain to appearI shall exact my revengeFor I am the top of the hierarchyHeir to a tradition of unificationFor I am the mother and the fatherAnd the heart of our domainI am the wisemanI am a thing of evil
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