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  1. Trapped in purgatory
    A lifeless object alive
    Awaiting reprisal
    Death will be their acquittance

    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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