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Whispered tale of an ancient God, a creature of the fae

Hailing from the dawn of time, bestowed with a great ray

We are here to worship and bow before this day

Here within the standing stones is written in the clay

Feel this fire fueling my rage, or answer to the lord's great deathray!

Bow down and worship now to escape the fate

His mighty unholy eye, before it is too late

Lay down your soul and kneel for the king

Pledge yourself to me right now or slaughter shall begin

Open your mind, can you hear the forests fade away?

Oceans of time have given thoughts of grandeur, it was never yours to claim

Pay back you liesr for a the life your took, fealty a compromise, tremble underfoot

Feel this fire fueling my rage, or answer to the lord's great deathray!

Feel this fire fueling my rage, or answer to the lord's great deathray!

Fallen by the way, you lost all sense of time

So pitifully obsessed, you no longer divide

From the heart of what was given to you from the dust

And what you made to justify your war on dirt and mud

Cleanse yourself from pain, numb away the fear

Hiding from impermanent endings growing near

Feel this fire fueling my rage, or answer to the lord's great deathray!

Feel this fire fueling my rage, or answer to the lord's great deathray!