The rusted chains dance in the ash
To the echoes of our brothers
The end is the means and no soul
Is too lost to taste of its rancid deception
It's when the realms of thought
Dictate our steps that we scratch
Out the truth of existence
In solve!
A new light is born to shield the unscorn children
Coagula!
Another page is torn
The desecration of all primal
You! I see right through you and
The battalions of blood willing martyrs
How did you trade the branch of knowledge
For the seeds of perverse decline?
It's when the realms of thought
Dictate our steps that we scratch
Out the truth of existence
A fleeting idea sanctioned as fact and defended
Beyond all reason, the burden of proof is a
Bridge built on faith, blinded by downward spirals
A new light is born
To shield the unscorn children
Another page is torn
The desecration of all primal
Solve!
A new light is born to shield the unscorn children
Coagula!
Another page is torn
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