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You don't know who we are (sons of cretins) |
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Calling you snakes a compliment |
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You don't know who you're up against (sons of cretins) |
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He who conjures up hell burn instead |
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The one who came from the light |
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And wanted to save the world |
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All was nothing but a lie |
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The good never existed |
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And the pain is real |
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Only an excuse to conceal evil |
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Look at you, dismal hypocrites |
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Trying to be what you're not |
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This world doesn't need you so fuck off |
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For good and all |
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The one who came from the light |
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Misused by the powers of darkness |
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To blend all believers from the fear |
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The good never existed and you still believe |
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So you must keep on clinging |
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Dark deamons created this world |
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No god and no church |
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The deamons set the rules |
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To distract us from the truth |
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And evil we shall die |
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The land of darkness is waiting |
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And evil we shall die |
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Wandering into the fog of ignorence |
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Try to speak with the deamons |
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That inhabit our earth for so long |
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Try to speak with the deamons |
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They might tell you the answer |
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Everything that was, countless |
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Only a fleeting moment |
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Everything that is, countless |
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The swirl of superficiality |
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And evil we shall die |
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The fog will not thin out |
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And evil we shall die |
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The vunerability of the believers will be vast |
