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Dethrone the son |
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The crucified one |
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Dead and begotten |
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Unfortunately forgotten |
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Death on the cross |
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Life was your loss |
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You fell from Roman hands |
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In thy holy land |
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Still your words are being preached |
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But now your realm is being breached |
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Your vision we will turn to sand |
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When we reap thy holy land |
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King who was scorned with a crown of thorns |
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A sadist who tormented mankind since he was born |
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Your throne we will burn |
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You shall never return |
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The light won't shine over your holy empire |
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As it ends in a roaring storm of fire |
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The Christian serpents can escape or stay |
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And face the oceans of fire, blood and iron which will sweep them away |
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An ocean which everything you accomplished will erase |
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And pull out your venomous fangs from mankind without a trace |
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Now were crashing onto your shore |
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Stare into the face of war |
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Death to you forevermore |
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By pain you never felt before |
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Death on the cross |
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Life was your loss |
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You fell from Roman hands |
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In thy holy land |
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Still your words are being preached |
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But now your realm is being breached |
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Your vision we will turn to sand |
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When we reap thy holy land |
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Dethrone the son |
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The crucified one |
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Dead and begotten |
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Unfortunately forgotten |
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You will pay |
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For getting in our way |
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You will see |
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How we will be |
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Fistfucking god's planet |
