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Before my eyes a dark blue sky.

The mortal ones they drown in lies.

Hate in a new shape.

Within the flames a new breed walkes.

Fetus of hate. Possession, fate.

Our apathy has been punctured by those.

We've been consumed by a firestorm.

Saviour, we call upon thee.

Born in an illusion of yours

I'm what you supress, try to forget.

Now I have arrived to let you feel what is rightfully yours.

You are to me like an open book,

on page one you will find a human sacrifice.

This you call life. Just an illusion of mine.

This you call life. It equals a handfull of pathetic lies

Redeemer /

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