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"We're at your gates, and we're coming in. For at our hand, the end will begin."
Your time is over now, false "king". Your frame has been exposed. I'm not the only one who knows. There's nothing left for you here now. You'll wear this bloody crown. We've come to drag you out.
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Kingslayer
03:11
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I'm coming back from the dead and I'm taking arms. Here to defend the lives of those you've harmed. Your reign was unbecoming. You'll never see us coming. Your copper crown is falling apart, taking the place of your missing heart. You're in a castle, Tin Man. It will crumble at our hand. I'm coming out to destroy the poisoned landscape that you built. You're going down, torn apart by all the phantoms that you killed. False "king", beware! You will end up all alone. It's time to vacate the throne. I'm rising up from the grave that you put me in. Locked away for what you call my "sin". You want to see a villain? You'll see my knack for killing.
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Dirge Volcanic
03:12
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Lights out, on this sleepy bed of stars. You have slipped in. You cut our tongues and bound our arms. But your nightmares shall come back to haunt you. The voiceless will tear down your castle and harm you. If I have my way, this will be your final day. You won't make it through the night. You have led us astray. I'm counting down your days. You won't make it through the night. Die alone tonight. Lights out. This midnight hour takes the land. No need to shed tears. Your life is ending at our hand. The coldest of winters to break you. This illness will shake you as our ghostly image rises up to take you. Take this moment to gather your things. You've no plan for the hell we will bring. Take this moment to gather your thoughts, before we grab you and rip you apart. Leave before we kill you. This is your chance to exit.
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Midnight Sunrise
03:24
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Let's clear our house of all our disaster, of the mistakes that we made when we knew we were making them. Let's sever our ties and begin the next chapter with the ugliness left behind. There is no argument. There is no coping with this. There is no alternative. Just division. Only division. I can't go on with all this disaster, to continue to dance with the promise of "better days". You're just like the biblical God, with your conditional love, I'm sent to hell at the end of your gun. You stare as you run your exhausted mouth. You scream, but only blood comes out. Attack and retreat is the pattern, but I won't play this pathetic game anymore.
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Lonely Lunar Disruptor
02:55
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Midnight, crime time. You've hatched a plot against my mind. Night time, this life will never retreat from the light. Depart, sweetheart, from all the hell that plagues your brain. Take charge, my heart. The sun will come after the rain. I guess this time we'll play for keeps. I cannot resist all the lovely thoughts you bring. These phases cannot dare rewind. No turning back the clock. This world is running out of time. Take care, my dear. Look what our world has come to. I swear, my heart is for you. Around and around in a circle, the clock presses forward. The numbers aren't giving in. Over and over together, we keep pressing onward. Our time is not wearing thin.
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Red Snow
03:01
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The ghost of winter's past will haunt your home. If you let him in, he'll tear up the foundation and he'll bloody all the snow. Preying on the children you did not keep near. Never leaving any happy souls behind. His motivation is quite clear. You can't blame "the devil" on this one. You are running out of options. I think it's time you pack it up and head back home. You are withered and your insides are exposed. You have burned the bridges down. You are left without a voice. You're all alone. When you chose to speak on all the carnage in your wake, you shift all the blame. For this, my leave I will now take. Pointing fingers at the "demons" and the "ghosts". Never knowing we can see straight through your lies, and the blame is on the host. I'm so tired of the same story, the same excuses here. You have gathered all your congregants through clever lies and fear. Everything you touch will crumble, fall and break. All the lives you put your hands on will destroy your image. We refuse to take you with us.
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My Heart to Ashes
04:11
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It was not supposed to end like this. I miss your face, your smile, your songs and the smell of your skin. I'd wish for things to be the way they should be. But I know nobody is listening to me. The weight of my mortality is now screaming at me loud and clear. I know you could never live forever, but I'd hoped for just a little more time with you. Now, the silence is deafening. Could I hear you one more time? My dear sweet companion burning my heart to ashes, goodbye. You were not supposed to leave like this. I never knew our time was nearing its end. I'll miss all the times that we never got to have. I hope, where you are, that your heart is not sad.
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Overseer
03:29
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If you cared, there would be no doubt in my mind. Self-preservation is hard when you stand to my right. It's killing over and over. The murder won't delay. Dropping bodies left and right. It's better if I stay. Board your windows, lock your doors. I wish I could offer you more. But my hands are tied behind. My back is facing to you. Brandish your knife and stab me. I know you want to get away with murder. Your people should have fled. Stacking bodies in your towers. We're better to you dead. There should be no doubt in my mind. Your congregation can't see that you're so far behind.
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American Judas
02:43
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I welcome the end. I'm calling it now. Your smile will fade once you hit the ground. Everything you love will end in punishment. You'll never gaze in my eyes again. You enter my world while wearing a mask. That surgical grin on your face won't last. Never seeing the angel right in front of you with jagged teeth and demon wings. Take a step back and see the devil in front of you and me. You spill your white lies to my face. There's nothing left of me to take. Your secret kisses haunt us all. Now we're preparing for the fall. We cannot change the way you think, so we will change the world you see. I cannot exist here. In time you'll witness the fall of man. In this metal husk, you can't play your hand. Now the old ways will be locked away. Your time will end while you're wide awake. Set fire to the killers with heads on fire.
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Church Burning
03:26
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There were revelations that brought me here to end it all. This angel of death I've become since the great fall. Dare you look upon my black wings? Your congregation sings... I swear they'll believe anything. It's a tragic story, one that I've told for very long. This demise echoed your design. You played your cards all wrong. Dare you look upon my feathers? Through fair and stormy weather, the truth is we do not belong together. I've got no time to kill. I guess it's time to kill what's holding me back. I'd rather be alone, cast away to the unknown. I'll set fire to your temple. You think it's so damn simple, but this gasoline and matches end it here. There are no exceptions to all the rules you dared to break. With these complications, from your bad dream I must now wake. Dare you look upon my shackles? You shriek an awful cackle, but shed tears for my freedom as you unravel.
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