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Here I come to unleash your souls to swallow the forms to destroy the shells bow to me kiss the sword bow to the |
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Scourge of |
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God it's not even the matter of taste |
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I hardly ever drink blood |
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I feed on hopes and illusions on what you mortals call life the murderer - you say |
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I'd say - the |
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Healer the murderer - you say |
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I'd say - the |
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Savior Who to himself is law, no law does need |
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Offends no law and is a king indeed |
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Hear the broken bells chime mute war marches in your heart dismal psalm of rusty knives freezing hymn of emperors hymn of emperors to come stakes sown by my hand red dust under my feet when the gods sleep |
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I rule this lousy world armless prophets fall armed prophets win bow to me |
