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In the century where man dies |
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We the huntress of the hollow hills |
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Must put ourselves above pity |
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Above self deception as law |
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We must be again as once were |
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We the soul of the earth |
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As reaping time descends |
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The sour gain of mercy withers |
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Into the night we must go into the darkest abyss |
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To a level of consciousness unknown to |
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Christendom |
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We want life we crush the dream of heaven |
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As we bring the blade down one swift move |
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We are the chosen ones chosen by will to life |
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You life lairs crawl on you banded knees |
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As you finally die you will eventually have lost more |
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By not living by the sword than what you lose in death |
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Not by mercy by strength we end your pity lives |
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Not by spirit by flesh we awaken the beast within |
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Knee deep in your repulsive blood we march |
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Victorious by the power of our minds and bodies |
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Watch the twilight of your god |
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As you system cracks and all your life is dead priest |
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Take a look into our minds |
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Feel the pulse of omnipotent strength |
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Take a look into our souls |
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Feel your life drained of everything that was |
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Hear my words feel my wrath |
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Your death is sweet |
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All your life is dead priest |
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DEAD!! |
