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Church will be on fire, nothing will be saved |
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Paying respect to nothingness to Hell you'll be a slave |
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Praise on your knees, priest prepare to die |
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Praise on your knees, Hell is ready now to strike |
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Riders of destruction, blinded by fire |
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The gates of Hell are open, pleasing His desire |
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The days of Christianity are ending very soon |
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From the smoke and dust appear under the light of the moon |
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Ready for the battle and they have to win |
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Torment all the happiness the best way to kill |
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Revenge is now a dead-end, there is no coming back |
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They're waiting through the end to slaughter them at once |
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The sun is rising but light has been lost |
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The wind is confused by all disastrous thoughts |
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Take a last view of the sky before your head is off |
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They laugh at you, now where is your God? |
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Slaughtering Christianity, church will be on fire |
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Slaughtering Christianity, priest prepare to die |
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Church will be on fire, nothing will be saved |
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Paying respect to nothingness to Hell you'll be a slave |
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Praise on your knees, priest prepare to die |
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Praise on your knees, Hell is ready now to strike |
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Riders of destruction, blinded by fire |
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The gates of Hell are open, pleasing His desire |
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The days of Christianity are ending very soon |
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From the smoke and dust appear under the light of the moon |
