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YEAR OF OUR LORD

IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD... WE SIT IN REIGNS OF ONCE GLORIOUS DAYS. A RULE OF RIGHTEOUS RAGE, BUT THE KING IS DEAD LONG LIVE THE PAIN. WITH A BLADE OF MOONS SHADES AND DEVIL'S LIVE IN OUR SOUL'S DEEP DARK MAZE. WE WAITE FOR THE RETURN OF THE ONE. THE YEARS IN THE SUN. WANTING ALL FOR SOMEONE THE SIGN OF THE HOLLOWED SON. THE GOD BURNED OF FLESH AND MONEY SPENT AS A TOKEN FOR ZION'S GRACE. THE WRITING IS ON A DIRTY WALL. OUR SINS RUN DEEP THEY DISTURB THE SLEEP IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD, TWO THOUSAND AND SOME FOLD. AND HIS REIGNS RETURN... TWO THOUSAND NINE HUNDRED NINETY-SIX

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