Name the nine at fault my lord; I shall turn their bodies cold.
Stain my blade upon their necks, tell me who’s next.
I the son of none shall rise, see the world through thine own eyes.
Soon thou shalt feel my dagger, pierce through your neck.
Using Eden to force feed them, lies of promise try to control their souls.
We will see through words of false, we will see to end the age of terror.
I can’t see what you are trying to make me do. I am blinded by the word of my master.
Now the nine are laid to waste, truth of it I now must face.
Masters plan is now complete, deception reigns.
In the garden I find you, now the battle shall ensue.
Thou shalt feel my blade like them, balance restored.
Using Eden to force feed them, lies of promise try to control their souls.
We will see through words of false, we will see to end the age of terror.
I can’t see what you are trying to make me do. I am blinded by the word of my master.
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