Trapped in purgatory a lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal death will be their acquisition
The sky is turning red return to power draws near
Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears abolish the rules made of stone
Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above
Awaiting the hour of reprisal your time slips away
Raining blood from a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror creating my structure now I shall reign in blood!
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