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Now oppression stalks the remnants of compassion, |
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brewing hatred to surface in wicked actions |
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Cloaked in peace and mercy, force their false confessions |
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Sentenced am I dying, cleansed from all salvation |
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"Defy our accusations and a certain death you'll meet |
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A fool denies the obvious, and fools we shall defeat" |
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All sanity now vanquished, ever mould beyond control |
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My guilt stands yet unproven though they still demand my fall |
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Demand my fall |
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Blood runs beyond enlightenment at inquisition's hands |
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Vicious burn the fires swiftly out of hand |
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Now my fate lies in their "hands of liberation" |
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forming law and justice into obscuration |
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leading lies ensuring my life ceased in fire, |
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In the name of peace, to cleance my dark desires |
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"You stand accused of herasy and all what that implies |
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With darkened minds you summon those who're fallen from the skies" |
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Envenomed bleed their poisoned hearts, the power they've abused |
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A deadly game of envy in which my life I'll lose |
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Blood runs beyond enlightenment at inquisition's hands |
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Vicious burn the fires swiftly out of hand |
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Shackled, fettered - choking as I drown |
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Fooled and tortured - confess comitted crimes |
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Shackled, fettered - choking as I drown |
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Fooled and tortured - confess comitted crimes |
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Sentenced by superstition - my innocense denied |
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Truth is strange than fiction - religious genocide |
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Alone in blind desperation, I face my mournful death |
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In flames I meet termination, but my memory will be left |
