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Read the Hatred deep wiothin my eyes and bow to me, |
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Pain is my reward |
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I become majesty, |
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He turned water into wine, |
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I yurn wine into flesh, |
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He animates the dead |
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I make the scream out their rage, |
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Blood sipped into soil of this earth and made me breathe, |
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In the coldness of a land without light |
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I await his death, |
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Virgins speak my words craving for my coldest touch, |
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In frenzy they adore serpent's skin bowing their heads, |
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The strangled, the burnt, the tortured let him hear your spells of death, |
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The killed, the raped, the stabbed rise and scream out your hatred, |
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He turned water into wine, |
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I yurn wine into flesh, |
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He animates the dead |
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I make the scream out their rage, |
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Scream out their rage! |
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Scream out their rage! |