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Devine sermons - the immortal tissues of lies |
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Empty threats - no purgetory no demise the holy scripture is burning in his hand |
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Turn of the century will be religions end |
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Burning by the gate i can hear |
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Reflection of his voice |
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Dripping blood i share with my lord |
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Confirms my every choice |
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Crowded is hell the heaps of boiling flesh |
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Opened veiins, gore is pouring from the gash |
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All his power i can feel under my skin |
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His wounds like razors bringing everyone to grief |
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With opened veins i stand consumed by flames |
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I hear the sounds of those who were raised to the ground |
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I see the herd of those who laugh but bleed |
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I see the crowd of poor orphin of god |
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Crowded is hell the heaps of boiling flesh |
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Opened veiins, gore is pouring from the gash |
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Gash... gash... |