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Alas, the anvil rears its wondrous face Attainment of a demigod complex Sharpened swords Defiler Rolling thunder barreling onward towards self-affliction Esoteric asphyxiation Deifying the one who sows dead seed, leaving no stone unturned to do falsehood Bleed, dreams Alas, the anvil has come to put an end to your hypocrisy This will be the end of your selfish disorientations Beckoning to the skies, the silhouette has arrived Look past the fields of those before who darkness fell Leading the weak away from my God's lightened path Struck on the heel, by the serpent, enclosed in black But the cross conquered all and brought me to Paradise From Letras Mania