a grand feast approaches, o wretched pawns crushed like roaches, beneath a red horse peace to insanity, love to frenzied hatred  what a tragedy, to have forsaken the sacred neither immune nor detached, only vulnerable illusions family porcelain smashed, curse your delusions the tides recede, gods curse encroaches exposing your greed, punishment approaches to live as a butcher, the gravedigger of culture is to face the grave, living like a vulture splattered blood, a crimson tidal wave the lineage stuck, frozen ground an open grave may you dream about it, may sleep forsake you o cursed being, torment wont forsake you listen to the music, live by the cleaver face the music, o death dealer
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