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I feel the shame of him dying in his bed |
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for the glory of Christ, |
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refraining from bloodshed |
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Pain did you avoid, |
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but how will you escape death? |
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Redundant human life, waiting for the end ... |
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Can't you feel the anger in your blood? |
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Can't you see the deceit of "God" |
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Can't you see the despair of your foes |
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as their worthless blood flows? |
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I eternally blaspheme the Holy Ghost |
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I spit in the face of your pathetic God |
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I walk the path of the warrior |
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and hallow myself to Wuotan |
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Hear the howling of the wind |
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In this cold winter night |
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The storm carries the spirits |
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Of those initiated in the cult of Wuotan |
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I hail the downfall of this sickening world |
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Where the meek prey upon the strong |
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The shadow of the cross blinds all light |
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Eternal darkness is what your god brings |
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Can't you distinguish truth from lies? |
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Can't you hear their painful cries? |
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Can't your hear the hatred in their words |
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as the legacy of your people burns? |
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I eternally blaspheme the Holy Ghost |
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I spit in the face of your pathetic god |
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I walk the path of the warrior |
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and hallow myself to Wuotan |
