Feelings, transgression
Discrete, absolution
An empire, born to rule
A child, inherits all
His blood, changes all
His blood, will be their fall
Chorus
Bloodlines, the empire is burning
Bloodlines, it will never go away
Feathered lives, will change it all
The empire, must fall
Chorus
Fire
Burn
Flesh
Ashes and dust
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