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The morning breaks with a gravelike silence |
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This time, the scavengers have come from far |
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Take a good a look at the dead around you |
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And breathe deep the stench of your god |
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Join the insurrection, for the hunt is afoot |
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The total extermination of the source - branch and root |
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Can you feel it in the wind |
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The release from your mortifying sins |
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For the vultures in their towers |
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Will be decrowned of their power |
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The axe is set and awaiting 'neath this tree |
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Cut down the fetters by your own decree |
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And lay these stillborn institutions to waste |
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For Hell is merely an acquired taste |
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Can you taste it in the rain |
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The dripping source behind your fear and ache |
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For with the passing of this hour |
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Even gods will be devoured |
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As surely as this night, the darkness will slay the sun |
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The transformation from malicious to delicious has begun |
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Forget the outworn and misguiding concepts of sin |
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Unleash thy hunger and feast on your dieu cuisine! |
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Devour your god |
