Patriarch Militant by Luftwaffe
Patriarch Militant lyrics
The hand that sounds the chimes, Tears away the veil.
Patriarch Militant calls, To attest, the structures fail.
A mask�d inception, Here�s the arm�d sky.
We are like scythes, Slicing through the sky.
We drank of asperity,From the poisoned well.
The breath that passes o�er our lips, Sings hymns from
tomes of Hell.
The truth is everlasting,This generation is the end.
The enemy of my enemy,Will always be my friend.
Here we stand a sentinel,Here before truth�s door.
A threshold that once we cross,We shall return no more.
The veil has been torn away,The word�s portent is neigh.
The word, the sharpest scythe,Slicing through the sky...
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