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Mid-day heat is low |
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Sun torches victims skin |
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Priests rise to command |
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Blood spills the altar stairs |
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Sacrifice to their gods |
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Sun sets the slaves all die |
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The hearts of humans left to dry |
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Burnt offerings to the sky |
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Temples built for priests with high |
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Messages and desperate dries |
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A message from a higher place |
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Condemning all your human race |
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Cowards run the rest await |
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Pious-virgin congragate |
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Offered to their godz from space |
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Watching on their human race |
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Looking into the darkness |
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From towers awaiting their signs |
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With fire they draw on our mountains |
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Their calendar tells us it's time |
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Bleed for the godz |
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Suddenly lightning about us |
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Outside a vanishing light |
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Looking around for the traitors |
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The seeds that will be left behind |
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Sacrifice to their godz |
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Sun sets the slaves all die |
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The hearts of humans left to dry |
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Burnt offerings to the sky |
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Looking into the darkness |
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From towers awaiting their signs |
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With fire they draw on our mountains |
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Their calendar tells us it's time |
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Bleed for the godz |
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Looking into the darkness |
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From towers awaiting their signs |
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With fire they draw on our mountains |
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Their calendar tells us it's time |
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Bleed for the godz |
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Bleed for the godz |