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Running a great retreat
the demons now advance.
Your flesh they will eat
feasting in their trance.
The King pointing, he reigns.
His great army rages
cutting you to pieces
dividing your many planes.
In laughter, further The King consumes
taking back His ancient runes.

The time is right, the moon is set;
graveyard light bleeds like sweat.
Putrified. It's all been purified.
Everything unworthy died.
Slain weakness of the cities
Lain out to rot
where the worthy can watch.
It looks so pretty.
All the bones sticking up
having a picnic drinking beer from a cup.
Fading back into the room
where the smoke is so thick.
The blood will be flowing soon.
I say the blood will be soon to flow
where the smoke goes.

You knew rebirth and died again.
One thing is certain;
Life dies.
Your eyes will close
to the sunlight.
The King faces his throne
from the sun
so the darkness can be shone.
For money
and for fun.