See them kneel see them blow At their
throne Thei're living in bondage now They'll be released no more Whiped-out
identitites empty faces Beauty beyond
endurance Does enslave Her presence No kindless left Ferocity of sick
scenes ATR See a new puppet fall into
her Palms Raping cruel spider queen With nets of love No return on that way They're too far gone Nonen of them is a
match for ATR Surrounded with obedient
slaves Who cry and beg for more They're
sick and grey with Torn raped souls They
are glad and more
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