Ritual Of Condemnation
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Ancient human obelisk awakens from centuries of dust,
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Imprisoned in obsidian,
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A horrid golemesque abomination.
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The man of stone,
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Black soul within the ebon bone,
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Carved by the mad gods,
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Born from the mountain's hull,
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Scrolls of blackened magick unearth this hateful will anthropomorphous.
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Propelling forward slow and sluggish,
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But rumbling to life.
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Beyond those whiteless eyes,
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A blinded rage of hatred, torment, and frustration,
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Aeons of suffering,
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Eternal is the conflagration to crumble every feeble being,
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Found destruction his means of expressing.
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Juggernaut of endless enmity,
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Leaden hands equipped for throttling the heartless devils who've bound him here,
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With malenchantments of the necrosphere,
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The end is near.
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[Solo]
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His poisoned heart is pumping somewhere deep inside.
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From weakness armored for when the skulls of man his flesh collides.
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Soldier of solitude,
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Of elemental pain.
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Driven to insanity when stone his form became incarcerated in his skin.
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Emancipate him from his sin,
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He once stood just like me,
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A peasant full of apathy,
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Petrified his family tree.
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Shake free from the chains of bondage and arise.
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Arise, arise
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Arise, arise
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Arise, kill
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Arise, kill
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Arise, kill
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Arise
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Storm the mortals land,
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Unraveling his plan,
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Fists of iron swinging,
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Erase this Earth.
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Enraged in rain filled footsteps lie the dead and broken,
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The crushed and splintered,
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Untimely their demise.
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Juggernaut of endless enmity,
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Leaden hands equipped for throttling the heartless devils that have bound him here,
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With malenchantments of the necrosphere,
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The end is here.
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Malenchanments Of The Necrosphere
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| The Black Dahlia Murder |
