This godforsaken structure
We tore it to the ground
Stood my own ground now
While tore it to the ground
Tonight there are no sounds
Catching silence now
The adjourning wall wretched with d**h
Doing me my bidding, beat them to their knees
Bore deafening sounds are the pretense
Nothing, any loyal subjects to be seen
What lies in denial with pretense?
What burns all the lights to partake?
(Thy not welcomed here!)
(Leave here at once!)
The wretched souls manic and madden
Have begun to run a fast descend
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The twisted spiritual happening
It will join d**h as you walk down(?)
(?speaking)
(?)
The wicked now are spawned
Since they're very grown
Walls crack, timbers fall
Reconstruction time