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Unatoned, in what was done for The lying breed that plies with Rigid thorns...And scourged... In their scars, so cold beyond redemption Ageless schemes beget the one question ''When We'll See The Light?'' For they will come forth, to the warfield The plague of scum, abolished Nail down the spores Human trophies swarmed by death, a seamless exploitation Dormancy of agony expelled with forceful nature And so they chant ''Defaced Be Those Faces!'' Literally faceless, formulate their resentful wrath Take down its core and putrid mantle And so they chant ''Defaced Be Those Faces!'' Diminished fragments a sign of retreat Those who were fallen shall soon...Arise! The Father falsified theoretical spheres Unseemly haste, a sign of their callous ways Torrential reign for power, obeisance to their King Consuming greed from nobles - Indoctrinate! Bow down to their feet! Pay reverence to their land! Forsake your worthless virtues - They Formulate! Each Man to his own place! Unsheathed - The swords of valour Surmounting morbid thoughts of emptiness Unfurled - the wings of vigor Ascend - into the deepest conscience Spawned by hate, Transfixed to (their) guilt Crush the stems of paradox Defacing the monoliths and the bonds Shafts of strength derived from flawless pain The antidote, paralysis to the bone Shrouds from above knows no time for your repentance! No! Clouded precincts through all, sought the aid of the comrade The violent warring has cast down their ranks Amidst the numbers in strength they boasted Fallen from grace, into the hands of death