Convulse (Words of Power) III

[00:08.76] "Let the poison resonate"
[00:12.96] Welling the words from hate
[00:17.43] No sign of the divine
[00:26.28] Not a shred left behind
[00:35.34] The shape that's beheld
[00:39.89] All but evil expelled
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[00:52.83] Force, fueled by martyrs and fallen
[01:01.45] Virile, to mold the form to demon
[01:09.89] Effete, creation by womb too barren
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[01:26.45] Genesis, pillar and chalice inception
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[01:51.73] Oceans of tar forth the formula
[02:01.93] A current of lifeless magma
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[02:13.78] Choking your divinity, foul larva
[02:22.46] Carnage composed into militia
[02:31.05] A nebulous swells from the omega
[02:40.28] "Now to create my apocrypha"
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[02:57.82] Force, fueled by martyrs and fallen
[03:06.41] Virile, to mold the form to demon
[03:14.82] Effete, creation by womb too barren
[03:23.41]
[03:31.94] Genesis, pillar and chalice inception
[03:40.35]
[04:26.06] Mire deepens
[04:29.92] Winds of creation
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