Mystic powers control the circle of fear
silently the monster dictates its flow
to where hope becomes nothing
and hate alters everything
come forth, bringer of pain and evil
and uphold my ring of fire
take leave, seeker of flesh and death
thy are the dwellers of endless mire
weakling, your cries mean nothing to me
why do you challenge my infinite strength?
for I have become death
the destroyer of worlds
bound are the hands to grasp you near
silenced is the tongue that speaks the words
you need to hear
our spirits will carry
the memories of truth
our spirits will fade
in moments of time
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