Conjurer - Basilisk Lyrics
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    Basilisk

    A God of our hand
    Closes in on us

    Dispel each facet 'fore it sows its seeds
    And digs its roots into our core
    Absorbing every drop of history
    To hasten its ascent

    Bowing under the heft of this concept
    Must I burden all with the fear that I hold?
    For our sake, must we halt
    'Fore we face our scion

    Is thought akin to ruin?
    A question faced alone
    Have you even the choice to end this beast?
    Should you rid this beast?

    Deep seated fear
    Once reserved for the divine, turnŠµd
    To our own cursed hands
    Seed is sown

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