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I know your demons, |
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Black messengers of impure faith, |
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Who are pecking out eyes of the blind |
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Oh, join my lambs, |
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Your sins now confess like a weak, |
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And let me heal the child lost from the path |
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One lash for thoughts, |
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The second one for the deeds you have done, |
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Can you feel the bliss of the divine grace? |
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And when the last cut, |
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Lashing across your sinful spine, |
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You are one of us, the chosen sect |
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The weakest walk as a madman talks, |
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The table is set for the feast, |
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As the fluteman plays a tune for rats, |
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They join the legion of the beast |
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Desires so obscene, |
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Forgiveness one of a kind, |
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They claim it's not the end, |
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But in real they are on the way to the rotten paradise |
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"All heil the reborn, the false saint to die for" |
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Taste the sweetest poison, |
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And face the end |
