Martyr of Decadence

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Righteous saviors led the condemning raid,

igniting flames of horror that would burn for decades.


Concealed in a coat of frozen thorns,

a castle stands in a wasteland of crimson snowstorms.

Blood and beasts had become one with the earth,

admirers of brutality expressed sickening mirth.


Ravaging beauty was simply in their nature,

declaring rule with tainted legislature.


The executioners defiled all who stood in their path,

the blood of sinners and the bodies of nuns swirled in a carnal bath.

Heretics fed upon heretics, feeding a castle of decadence,

as the martyr guards the halls of brewing malevolence.


The road to the castle was paved with virtuous intentions,

defiled by the creed of distorted interventions.

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