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Ive read all these words that are lies about you |
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Ive waited for worlds to die without you |
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And I will wait no more |
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Heaping virgins around me |
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I summon the Oberammergau |
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The hell-mouth |
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And I command this maw |
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To split |
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And Moloch spit |
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This cumbersome concept that men call the beast |
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I require its head on my wall |
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My brothers desire a feast |
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Oberammergau |
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Black Pope now! |
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The Anti-Christ |
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Spawn of Satan, the Anti-Christ |
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Or maybe its nothing at all |
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Lost prophecy of the peasant whore |
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So much lost |
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So much forgotten |
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So what? |
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I choose to be a blasphemer |
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Bring your kind to heel |
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Bring forth the beast and cleave him with my steel |
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Your gilded domes mask perversions |
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Your mildewed tomes beg for inversion |
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Black Pope, the hell-mouth spoke |
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To me its all the same |
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Religion is for the weak |
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A haven for the lame |
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I WILL CRUSH YOUR ANTI-CHRIST |
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KILL HIM AND HIS KIND |
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CRUCIFY THE CRIPPLED |
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THE DEVIL IS A LIE |
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Awake, awake, deep Thanetos! |
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The sea becomes the sky |
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Dividing with the Sword of Khoz |
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To purge the Oberammergau |
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Chronicles defame me |
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Chemicals inflame me |
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I was born to rule your world |
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And none shall ever tame me |
