Tut Lazarus

Destroy, destroy, destroy.
A thousand spiteful gods I beckon.
I have drank of the river.
I have chewed on their flesh.
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They think they know it
We think we've found it
Our eyes transverse the realm
Our mind is locked in hell
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On the path that leads nowhere
I guess
So the spirit bottle I keep abreast
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All good things come to an end
And the night must fall here
I am prepared with my cross
For the demons when they call
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My mind is preoccupied
The night is my time
Now I am called into the deep sublime
Where the kings of past dine
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