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Blood Ritual
Blood
Grew, the tears, I wondered.
Thru the time my hands where tied.
This the beginning of the end to come.
It's just a matter of consumption.
Prescriptive no matter what, inherit the living at last.
It's time to break the skill, force my way thru it all.
Blood ritual
In my veil my legion gathers.
Vindicate all living things.
Abducted for the cause of man.
Strength, no strength will hold me, will hold me, will hold me.
Like a razor from the sky, like a saviour of unkind.
Blood Ritual, prescriptive no matter what.
Blood Ritual, inherit the living at last.
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