Trapped in pugatory
A lifeless subject, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquistion
The sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me,the sky's crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone
Piered from below, souls of my treacherous
past
Betrayed by many,now ornaments dripping above
Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away
Raining blood
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror
Creating my structure
Now shall I reign in blood!
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