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Texty: Aphorist (The). Premonitions. Rebirth.


As every drop of blood stains these sinful hands, I tear the innocence from your bloodstream.
Slowly exposing your malignant intentions unto the foundations of this earth.
Hand's dressed in wrath, I watch this world awaken from centuries of somnolence.
Casting darkness unto the heavens.
Infusing this world with calamities.
And now this world shall crumble to it's foundation.
These hands shall bring release from centuries of suffering.
An infection that once coursed your veins is set in motion to infest and plague.
Hand's dressed in wrath, I watch this world awaken from centuries of somnolence.
Casting darkness unto the heavens.
Infusing this world with calamities.
This is a rebirth.
Evoked by the darkest of blood.
Bring the flood that wipes this place clean
Aphorist (The)
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