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The earth lies ever silent |
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Under star sent life that saves |
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This soil you feed's much deeper |
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Than the shallow of your graves |
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These throws of bleak existence |
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Like sting of poisonous thorn |
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That slay all without scruple |
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All that is earthly born |
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You'll burn in your world |
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I'll rot in mine |
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Pray for salvation |
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As prophesised |
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Through the scarlet forever |
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In this savage realm |
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Where Gaia clipped the angels' wings |
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And your false idol fell |
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You'll burn in your world |
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I'll rot in mine |
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Pray for salvation |
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Before you die |
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Through the scarlet forever |
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Always Astarte signs |
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Of tormented bodies, tortured souls |
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And your false burnt offerings |
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The children of earth now renounce thee |
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Freed from oppression they knew |
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Like darkness at nightfall unhindered |
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Instinct a right of the few |
