...have you heard the summon
...don't you be afraid
...the power it can get
…all the windows locked
…finally understand
...the one in command
only your pain
will take you to greatness
the impure are sacred
We’re mighty
We're glorious
We're sentient
Sublime
feeling his grip in the walls of our mind
eager to decimate all the filthy souls
the ones who have been torn will no longer be afraid
for all your wounds and bruises, they will pay
sacred night
the world will finally understand
it's a saviour, a destroyer
the one in command
only your pain
will take you to greatness
the impure are sacred
We’re mighty
We're glorious
We're sentient
Sublime
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
...have you heard the summon
...don't you be afraid
...the power it can get
…all the windows locked
…finally understand
...the one in command
only your pain
will take you to greatness
the impure are sacred
We’re mighty
We're glorious
We're sentient
Sublime
feeling his grip in the walls of our mind
eager to decimate all the filthy souls
the ones who have been torn will no longer be afraid
for all your wounds and bruises, they will pay
sacred night
the world will finally understand
it's a saviour, a destroyer
the one in command
only your pain
will take you to greatness
the impure are sacred
We’re mighty
We're glorious
We're sentient
Sublime
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