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Tonight is the night The empowering wind that draws breath from despise Roars Neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight
Choirs ignite A swansong for Leda Death knells for troy Tragedy blooms from one actI am nemesis
Poured in my arms When my daughters eyelids closed I swore to slaughter those Who stole my ray of moonlight
So strike up the skies The diction of thunder God-given rites No fiction can deafen the factI am nemesis
Cowled in utter grief I am the priest of a new disorder Whose flag unfurled Bears a hatred for the western world
There is no compromise
Ashes ember, fires rise No longer am I paralysed Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for