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Behold, as Rome burns so do I
This not the last empire to crumble
I bore witness to rise and fall of tribes of Adonai
And fallen short of a glory of God

Lord of hosts, whore of salvation
Tear the skies as you spread your legs
Vomit forth upon my head
All afflictions and abominations known to man
Behold, as Rome burns so do I   This not the last empire to crumble   I bore witness to rise and fall of tribes of Adonai   And fallen short of a glory of God      Lord of hosts, whore of salvation   Tear the skies as you spread your legs   Vomit forth upon my head   All afflictions and abominations known to man