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And we did pray for the rising tide
To swallow our daughters and sons
For the rotten to spread out their seed
While we built this kingdom
And crowned our kings

And we did pray for dystopia, searing the flesh of the earth
Under the flag of brightening word and ideal

Creation’s crowning glory, standing strong and proud
It may be blind but blessed
In itself dead but living

And we are indeed dead but breathing
And we are indeed without eyes

Abound of desire we’re stumbling ahead
To the pulse of malignant intent
In glorious unconsciousness
Feverishly sweeping towards the sole mountain

And we are indeed dead but breathing

And we did come to harvest the ashes,
To claim what we saw, what is rightfully ours
To defile, to rebuild, to beguile, to be spilled and
Exiled, for at least our betrayal’s worthwhile

And we did come to praise the forsaken,
To hallow our truth, to defy death itself
To oppress, to resort, to confess, to distort,
To obsess what remains, for our reign has come forth

And we did come to harvest the ashes,
And we did come to claim what is rightfully ours
And we did come to defile the temple
For our reign is resort

And we did come to praise the forsaken
And we did come to hallow our truth
And we did come obsess what remains
For our reign has come forth