Blur on the showplace of made history

The folk is willed to parrot the dishes up tale

The lure of a higher meaning

cheat to had to create an enemy stereotype

to receive your absolution A frothy poor excuse for your foray

to disengage from deeps of your encumbrance

Behold All our gold Thousandfold

Bereave me declined thruths ensign forever mine

Bereave me

March in with ten legions Whilst the crucial weapons not the pillum

but the feather held in your hand

penned in blood your tall-tales rule the forum

Altering it into the battlefield

I, the spectral guise evoking these barring fears

pestering your conscript fathers i smile at my demise and while i die

I cherish the roots of my persereverence

Behold All our gold Thousandfold

Bereave me declined thruths ensign forever mine

Bereave me

Behold All our gold Thousandfold

Bereave me declined thruths ensign forever mine

Bereave me