Seventh One, ancient your call. Blinded man, visions you hold. What he seeks, he cannot derive. Summoned seer, wielding the eye. Suffer, on the throne of your slain. Seventh, Son of Man, conqueror. Prophet-born, a demon in death. Wealth of blood, the guilt that you bear. Suffer on the throne of your slain, Seventh, Son of Man, Conqueror. Hear the words, ghastly tongues. See your fate is to burn in the grave. Bear your anger, as your blade. Build your war against your masters. Suffer on the throne of your slain. Seventh, son of man, conqueror.
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Designed and deployed like a bladed weapon: Honed, balanced, and wielded with precision. ‘Take them by force’ has an outro that is just long enough to provide the soundtrack to bleeding-out, slowly realising the injury you’ve suffered was more than a simple flesh wound. shedoverheels