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The time has come

To burn the age

Of thy holy one!

We'll build our

Temples on pristine soil

Where minds got tortured

I cure my heart and soul

Once the first bell tolls

I leave the realms of consciousness

My hands on glowing coals

Immersed in endlessness

Praise, adore, obey!

Enter the one you

Used to be!

In a trance-like state we're

Roaming through the tides of time

Detached from the past, delivered

From bygone crimes!

This end means freedom

This end has opened the gates

Our kingdom come, our kingdom awaits!

Once the last bell tolls

I hear the call of consciousness

I'm not the same anymore

Not the same anymore!