What lying shit will be said
Children guaranteed glory in death
Freedom failing [?]
Sweet and fitting in their tombs they rest
Squandered youth for the old terror
At the altar of [?]
Blood-shod, all blind, [?]
[?] they’ll pay [?]
In all my dreams
Leave your fucking shelter
Before my helpless sight
He plunges at me
Guttering, choking, drowning
How familiar [?] blood
The converted terror moves closer to carnage
Secret nobility and gilded deceit
The poison bringing composure at last
The possibility an ocean of blood
His hanging face
Like a devil’s sick of sin
In all my dreams
Leave your fucking shelter
Before my helpless sight
He plunges at me
Guttering, choking, drowning
[?]
In all my dreams
Before my helpless sight
He plunges at me
In all my dreams
Leave your fucking shelter
Before my helpless sight
He plunges at me
Guttering, choking, drowning
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