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You dare raise up the cross |
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You fall now before the sword |
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No surrender, no mercy |
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Die beneath my blade |
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The fear of death cold in your heart |
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You cry out to skies above |
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Hold your tongue or it shall be ripped |
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Pulled from your head |
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I am the heathen, dead is the trinity |
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Gone is the one divine christ |
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Repulsed by the light, your weakness abhorent |
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Suffer the believers of the lie |
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You pray to the false, to the one true deception |
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Once again your words upon dead ears |
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Shackled in vain by invisible chains |
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You choke upon betrayal, now you die |
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You dare raise up the cross |
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You fall now before the sword |
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No surrender, no mercy |
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Die beneath my blade |
