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Do you see the flames blazing, in the distance. |
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Can you smell the smoke of burning wood and flesh. |
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In the middle of the coldest winter, |
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We can warm our hands at the glare of the burning churches. |
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Until the last of them falls, |
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Shall our swords be wet from Christian blood. |
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Until the last of them falls, |
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Shall our swords be wet from Christian blood. |
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Our only rejoice is to see them, crying in agony and despair as all they held holy and sacred is ruined and shall soon be forgotten for all eternity. |
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Until the last of them falls, |
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Shall our swords be wet from Christian blood. |
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Until the last of them falls, |
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Shall our swords be wet from Christian blood. |
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As the temples of god burn, |
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And the lambs of god are being slaughtered, |
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The era of satanic tyranny is upon us. |
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There will be no mercy for the weak. |
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Until the last of them falls, |
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Shall our swords be wet from Christian blood. |
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Until the last of them falls, |
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Shall our swords be wet from Christian blood. |
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Might is right. As the temple of god burns shall the sun be darkened by the smoke of burning hypocrisy. |
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Ave Satanas. Ave Satanas. |
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Until the last of them falls, |
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Shall our swords be wet from Christian blood. |
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Until the last of them falls, |
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Shall our swords be wet from Christian blood. |
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Might is right. As the temple of god burns shall the sun be darkened by the smoke of burning hypocrisy. |
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Ave Satanas. Ave Satanas. |
