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Blood slowly fills the sky |
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As the angels start to burn |
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Heavens awakening shackled still to his hand |
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Rip at the womb to flush out the child |
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Of the unfaithful whore |
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Laying in waste for a derelict world |
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Legs spread wide for the times |
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Raping the wounds for unholy release |
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To impregnate our seed |
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I can feel you twitching inside |
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Our king shall be born |
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Warm winds carry me over forgotten spires |
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Through the shrines of pestilence |
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To the ones prepared for war |
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Our king |
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Now we watch the birth of silent red rage |
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Slowly we fall to our knees |
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He walks past and speaks to me |
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Rise now and sentence the son |
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Then kill the christian clowns |
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Reclaim now |
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Our world suffocated by the wings of light |
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The angels are rising can you smell the stentch of fear |
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We have waited so long |
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From the edges of time |
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A disease in his mind |
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All will burn |
