Wretched villains rise
From the settled dust
Creed of tyrants
Form from loss and tragedy
Code of men stripped with no loyalty
We sat on the fence line
And hunted down angels
With all hope lost, far, and gone
Fill the void of angst with
Whatever pieces fit
Failure invites doubt into our eyes
Strip the mind until thoughts run blank
Rape the soul of ideals held close
Life slips like sand between your fingertips
Follow the henchmen upon a pale horse
To lead into eternal truth
One man mounted of wings rises to power
Seven heads separate
Forms the beast of Revelation
Kingdoms, divided, are brought to desolation

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