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Reign of the Architect
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Crown of Shattered Dreams
Pour the fuel for the war machines; Grease your weapons raw
An army of cloned splinters, a vast destructive claw
To cleave down all the impotence that man has sought to fake
This day, my proxy-brothers, an old man's world we take
These foundations are fragile, cannot be put to threat
Don't you dare, my brother, foil the plans we've set
And while the world kept turning, the architect arose
Conductor of the brutal symphony that he composed
The dawn upon a new age of a feral hateful scheme
A throne that's built from future graves and a crown of shattered dreams
Break communications, set the traps we need
First we take the shoreline cities then, my lord, we puncture in
I want to see their leaders begging as they bleed
I want to tear their human hearts and flay their blotted skin
Don't forget my brother, you ambitious little fiend
This conflict's resolution states that we will win
And while the world kept turning, the architect arose
Conductor of the brutal symphony that he composed
The dawn upon a new age of a feral hateful scheme
A throne that's built from future graves and a crown of shattered dreams
The Architect:
Degenerating into the decadence of what I mustn't be
While the consequences of my decisions are deformed by these impious three
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The uncertainty that broke my inflamed bones
Has now outgrown the boundaries of my private throne
Why you seem so lost, lord? We've just begun
We'll thrive and cast a shadow over every rising sun
Our divisions all stand ready to savor victory
Let the green flame now engulf everything you see
And while the world kept turning, the architect arose
Conductor of the brutal symphony that he composed
The dawn upon a new age of a feral hateful scheme
A throne that's built from future graves and a crown of shattered dreams
And while I'm still breathing, the architect arose
The conductor of the brutal symphony that he composed
The Architect:
(I'm still breathing; I'm the conductor, shattered dreams)
The dawn upon a new age of somberness and rigor
(He is still breathing; he's the conductor; he is the architect)
The Architect:
The dawn upon a new age of somberness and rigor
A throne that's build from wasted youth and my vacant, shattered dreams
I'm still breathing.
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