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The wind of change transformed the plains into the desert |
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And on the lower levels demons scream delight |
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Places of worship have ceased to serve the purpose |
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The age of reason took a ride into the night |
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Where there were idols there is idleness |
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Unholy churches light their fires upon the moor |
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They sealed the pact with blood and honour |
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The machine spits blood and lurches into war [Chorus:] |
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We have fallen, it leaves such an embittered taste |
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Erectus is now crawling, we have fallen from grace |
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There is a black tree in the wilderness |
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Older than time itself and riddled with disease |
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It feeds on clotted blood and rotting flesh |
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The hunger we all seem too willing to appease |
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When all before you lose their heads into the block |
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When e'en the proudest bend their knees before the flock |
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They seek salvation in the depths of madmen's eyes |
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Knee deep in blood and gore they look toward the skies |
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They sought the means by which to transform the gods |
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Burnt the books, created death camps on the way |
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A new religion from the ashes of the old |
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A social order one of masters and slaves |
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They dreamt of everyman, we merely have regressed |
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Into the animal that can't perceive the will |
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Look at the embryo, so twisted and grotesque |
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This is your superman, the legacy to kill [Chorus:] |
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We have fallen, the losers in the human race |
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Erectus is now crawling, we have fallen from grace |