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Unchained god, supporting victim power.

The rules are set, we started a bonfire,

With flashing lights infected summits -

We'll reach the golden apogee of zenith.

Decomposition, deprive the waves of righteousness,

Forget the mountain of high where were commandments wept.

React tsunami, when reaches it the peak of non-suppress,

For entighten be horizon in engrossing depth.

And damned is he who'd beaten up the giver,

For eyes be shut, his face be washed in prayers,

His body stoned, and stains of doom and shiver

Shall be grown up among dispondent slaves.

So set the air on storm with lips!

Some rise above the vector line.

The Son, the Whore, the ageless deeds...

Rise, rise upon the vault of time!