My Pinnacle of Power

Emerging from the skies of revulsion
 Causing hurt and misery
 Victorious powers become ever stronger
 Haunted by suspicion
 Robbed from my substance, provoking turmoil
 Inclination to the cult
 Practice the duty of obedience
 Blinding pact of death
 Lack of hope, worst case scenario
 Unable to prevail
 Consolidate our balance of power
 Afflicted by the damned
 Badly marked by raging rumble
 Claims to death command
 Find the strength in isolation
 Out of sensation
 Vital slip of waning judgement
 Undefeated hopelessness
 Strain of faces growing hard
 Break determinations
 It's the war of the flowers
 We'll take what is ours
 Our lone power ruler
 Still alive and hunted
 Seal the final triumph
 The bitter fruits of evil
 Lit the fuse, oh bearer of hope and bring the seeds of war
 Call for order, resignation; bring us to the boil
 Corpulent personality will crush you to the core
 Restore in strength, sad winds will raise my pinnacle of power
 Statement of solidarity
 Spartan way of life
 Will to endure, subside in rubble
 No reality behind it
 Macabre climax, raging battle
 Steam-rolling hell
 Frail attempt to stop the grief
 Spear-headed devil
 Faint domain of bliss forlorn
 Mystical defeat
 Rob me from the will to die
 Summon the second coming
 It's the war of the flowers
 We'll take what is ours
 Our lone power ruler
 Still alive and hunted
 Seal the final triumph
 The bitter fruits of evil
 Lit the fuse, oh bearer of hope and bring the seeds of war
 Call for order, resignation; bring us to the boil
 Corpulent personality will crush you to the core
 Restore in strength, sad winds will raise my pinnacle of power
 Marching through the ghostly madness
 Draw the backdrop to reality
 Watch the end of cultivation
 Climax is showing
 Risky blend of resignation
 Nationwide unconsciousness
 Block by block and hand to hand
 Saintly stop; relapsing decline
 It's the war of the flowers
 We'll take what is ours
 Our lone power ruler
 Still alive and hunted
 Seal the final triumph
 The bitter fruits of evil
 Lit the fuse, oh bearer of hope and bring the seeds of war
 Call for order, resignation; bring us to the boil
 Corpulent personality will crush you to the core
 Restore in strength, sad winds will raise my pinnacle of power
 Lit the fuse, oh bearer of hope and bring the seeds of war
 Restore in strength, sad winds will raise my pinnacle of power
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