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This ascian, growing in size from under my lungsA ravenous plagueAilments of old shadow the ages of a new waveThere isn't a place for all the doubtingIf I should fall to the reverie Then it shall spread againFueled by my strength and not of my weaknessThis broken soul repentsI'll fight until the day I pass(You honestly don't stand a chance)I know you'll aim for someone else(Sad you can only save yourself)Before I know you'll be a ghost(To move about, I love the most)Alive to see this place again(Rejoice now, I'll be your end)(I am the God of Man)(I am the God of Man)(You'll all suffer)(Send them home) From Letras Mania