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Let Thy sword fall upon the necks of the feeble and the foolish |
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Raise thy fist in glory, smash the crosses to thousand little pieces |
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Give your commands unto the firestorms, may the flames caress the sky |
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Lead the whirlwinds towards the masses and as harvested they shall fall |
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Agony and fear arise in black shapes, both are here to torment the weak |
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Listen how they cry for their "god" that never existed the way they thought |
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He is not a saviour nor is he a king, never was and never shall be |
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Only a coward without any reason to be a ruler |
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This world shall be given to those who roam the paths of the dark |
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Unseen This world shall be reborn to greet its true owners |
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This world shall be laid in the shade of lightless day, dawnless morning |
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Just give us |
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Thy sword, it'll be our scythe |
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Just give us |
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Thy sign, and we will be the |
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Damnation |
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All the honour is |
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Yours I feel |
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Thy unclean powers run through me |
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A river of blood, all shed with our hands |
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Faithfully we follow |
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Thy commands |
