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Too many poli-tricks in a world of rev-illusions

With no right in the fight causing confusion



Desirable escape for the mass through those gates

Morning star awakes as the darkness takes shape



In the mists of light stands the one to fear

Anointed by the damned and held fast with their tears



Blood soaked avenger with the eyes of hell

Forbidden dialect predicts foreboding horror tales



Born of flames of hell and by the grace of God

Bowing down to none yet paying penance to all



It's the lyrical spirit with the mystical mind

Ethereal grace embraced in essence of time



Heavensent passion for the realms of man

Bless'ed be the one the son of the damned