When the hour is struck, the dead will rise.
They'll dig
You scream for your god, but all you see is
I want you dead, No longer breathing,
Suffering in blood. Die,
I feel the ground before my feet. Its wretched dirt.
The
We will see the fall of mankind.
No one could ever
Die on this day.
Last breath to curse these skies.
No one
Crush in your face, spit out your teeth.
I want you
Blood stains on the walls
Hanging from my hook
Cuts spill out
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