If you have chosen the path to the throne
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Undeterred by the terrible fate of your predecessors
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I had to share some thoughts with you
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My son you will, in my opinion, be strong enough
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To break the curse of endless rituals
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Self-sacrifice and immolation
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You'll have to cleanse your soul
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From the layers of moral putrefaction
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That have accumulated through the ages
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I hope you'll never share a table
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With bastards of Babylonian whores devouring
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The flesh of murdered gods
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(And drink from holly chalices the wine of their blood)
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To rule them you will need
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To hone your words to razor sharpness
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To purge your kingdom of the vice and heresy
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Harrowing the soil with the plow of hatered
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Forsaking weakness, mercy and regrets
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The orb of divine warrior
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Adorns your youthful head
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In which the rage of gods will soon awaken
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And Avel's spirit by your sword will dispense revenge
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This is the way you have to be
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To reach the throne that sits atop a heap
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Of skulls and skeletons of the tomorrow's dead
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Of scum and villains who are feasting at my table at this time of plague
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(So let this throne should not be turned for thee to cross upon Golgotha)
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I'm afraid
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You are not destined to delight
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Perfection of your reign
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As you were dealt the fate of
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Gladiator
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(In arena where all your deeds will be accomplished by your sword
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So brace yourself to reign in a dominion
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That's like neglected garden is overgrown with weeds
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Whose paths are covered in decaying leaves
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Flanked by the lifeless tree stumps
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That never will produce a seed or fruit
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Upon the ruins of Pantheon which once was home
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To living gods now dead, you must erect your own shrine
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From the debris create new form by force of your belief
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From chaos forge new harmony
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In Discordance new form of harmony you'll find
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This is my demise
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For which I'll raise my goblet
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For the last time at the fest of Baltazar
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I'll drink before my mind is lost to imminent dementia
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I'll drink to the doom of decadent epoch
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To the angels horn to herald it
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To the coming of Zoroaster clothed in celestial gold
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To the cleansing flame
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(To rebirth of new epoch of glory)
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Baltazar's Feast
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Mind Eclipse |