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Best be prepared to meet your maker |
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Best be prepared to face your god |
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Justified unholy nightmare |
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Crucified of pride, you're robbed |
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No escape, it's too late |
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The hammer crashes down |
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Do or dieCauterize to stop the blood flow |
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Still these tortures just begun |
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Eternal seconds keep on repeating |
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Charred retinas, a black collapsed lung |
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No escape, it's too late |
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The hammer crashes down |
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Do or dieAll your fears |
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Won't match the wasted years |
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Of isolation in due time |
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I will ingest your kind |
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Quench my starvation |
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All present and accounted for |
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Hush, do not speak |
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For tonight |
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I raise a glass |
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To the death of the meek |
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We are the chosen |
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And we bare the sign |
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Their weapons are useless |
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Our weapons our mind |
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No you can't believe |
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How you will inspire |
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Soon set to be free |
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Our blessed desire |
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You won't be imprisoned |
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No, you won't be ashamed |
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You won't be stripped of your language |
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Or your family name |
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No more inner demons |
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No more bitter spite |
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No more of the blood stained walls |
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Of your ancestral pride |
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Comatose, your eyes grow vacant |
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A paralyzing fear that builds |
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Stripped of your pathetic icons |
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Robbed of your heroic will |
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Artifact, your way of thinking |
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Your bones hang up upon my wall |
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Another fallen empire |
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The most self-righteous one of all |
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No escape, it's too late |
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The hammer crashes down |
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Do or dieIn due time |
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I will ingest mankind |
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Quench my starvation |
