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Senseless devotion is for the weak, |
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clinging to the splendour of Christ |
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Hoping for illusions to prevail |
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Bowing to the cross while their brothers fall |
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Golden rules and alien laws |
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crafted for betrayal |
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These words act as a cloak |
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for the foulness of your creed |
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I'd rather go to hell |
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with my noble ancestors |
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than to reside in heaven |
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with the likes of you! |
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You claim to preach the word of God |
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The teachings of prophets alike |
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In reality your soul is stained; |
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like the black heart in your chest |
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Deaf to the call of blood; |
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the voices of your fathers |
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Nothing but a meek-eyed thrall |
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clinging to the gospel of decay |
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I'd rather go to hell |
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with my noble ancestors |
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than to reside in heaven |
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with the likes of you! |
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Empires are not conquered |
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by martyrs and empty words |
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But by storms of steel and flame; |
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As decided in the iron game |
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Don't seek salvation for your soul |
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in foreign lords or hoards of gold |
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Heed the grim primordial law |
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Thou born of steel, not of straw! |
