Keymaker

Northlane

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our secrets are laid bare before my eyes its i and i alone who can grant passage to our most inner circle. who can judge the weak from the strong ? the truth from the falsehood the sacred record of our unforgiving past and of the torturous road we have trodden, i alone bare these burdens on my shoulders sit sins of the angels, i alone know the names of those who've fallen from grace. i cannot rest whilst they still remain to stain our our, im the master, your the puppet that dances to my tune. our secrets are laid bare before my eyes its i and i alone who can grant passage to our most inner circle. and you shall taste the undreamed joys that lie beyond the bounds of a mortal sense.