A bone dry wasteland
Sands as red as the blood they've spilled
A graveyard of kings
Victims of Medusa
All their faces sealed in stone
They've all fallen from their thrones
The Reaper's hand in mine
Even gods can die
The Reaper draws the line
Even gods fucking die
A radiant golden disk
A chariot of fire
This is the flail to your back
This is the snapping of your neck
The shepherd's crook is in the Devil's hands
Gather the weak
Slaughter the fucking sheep

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