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The Thaumaturgist Lyrics

What wounds adorn the blessed child?
Noble warrior, torn down in defence of realms,
Divined under his regal lord
My staff...conjures the ghost, the father
And was wielded by the son
Kneel my child, know I'm your one and only, holy,

Thaumaturgist, miracle dealer, search for the reaper
Thaumaturgist, scavenging reaver, white deceiver

Solo: Preston

Salutations! I've travled far, And by my conjuration
It seems a pox has fallen, As your children slumber
sullen

Be it silver, be it gold
Garments, of fur and leather
Your a**ets, are ascendancy
Shield, from the nether

Thaumaturgist, miracle dealer, search for the reaper
Thaumaturgist, scavenging reaver, white deceiver

Solo: Preston
Solo: Ruiz
Solo: Preston
Solo: Ruiz
Solo: Preston
Solo: Ruiz
Struggling to take control of this mast
On a sea raging fast, cleaving me

Firing pinions of radiant light
A reflection of indulgencies

Planning the ship route, way to get out
Protest to no ear of this quest
Under the Thaumaturgist
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