Trapped in purgatory
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquisition
A lifeless object, alive Return to power draws near
Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears
The sky is turning red
Abolish the rules made of stone
Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past Awaiting the hour of reprisal Raining blood
Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above Your time slips away
From a lacerated sky
Now I shall reign in bloodBleeding its horror
Creating my structure.
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