(Originally by Slayer) trapped in purgatory, a lifeless object alive
awaiting reprisal, death will be their acquisition the sky is turning red, return to power draws near fall into me, the sky's crimson tears pierced from below, the souls of my treacherous past
abolish the rules made of stone betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above awaiting the hour of reprisal your time slips away raining blood from a lacerated sky
creating my structure
bleeding its horror now I shall reign in blood.
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