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Here I wait, in the shadows |
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Raise my two bloody hands |
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In the center of a circle, bodies joint in deadly dance |
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I have killed with my brothers |
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By my hand the weak must die |
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We leave a trail of lonely mothers, who mourn their martyrs side by side |
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The ruler of this holy city, respected till the end of time |
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Reluctant to show his pity when religion turns to crime |
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They believed in the virgin mother, for that they must be crucified |
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They cannot love any other |
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Elder gods they left behind |
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Those who are about to die, make sure that you will learn |
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Trumpets sing and children cry when fires of Mars will burn |
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Christs may come and Christs may go, but Caesar is forever |
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Come, my son, and you shall know: Tonight we hunt together! |
