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Far from these lands |
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where gods mercy doesn't reach |
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where the words of the jew sheyherd have forgotten |
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cremated in the flame of hatred |
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There the love for Adams children |
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reased to exist and withered away |
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The shadow has build its kingdom |
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and a new black God risen to his glory |
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We are the black arrow |
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poisoned by the snake |
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aimed at holy done |
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from the bow of the fallen angel |
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The ritual of cursing life |
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we drink the rotten blood, |
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from the skull of gods creation |
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with the death of believers of Christ in our minds |
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In the stenght of the dead rats |
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Your burning piety rooled |
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Your belief is foltering |
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and once you denial your own god... |
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We are the black arrow |
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poisoned by the snake |
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aimed at you |
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from the bow of fallen angel |
