| My hands are bound behind my back
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| While this cloth keeps me blind
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| I hear the screams of a man next to me so I know I’m next in line
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| One by one they chose a form of death
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| While mine came from a blade
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| The rodents, the peasants, and the bastards alike
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| Were slaughtered while their corpses suffered mutilation
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| There is no justification for my ruthless decapitation
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| There is no justification
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| For man believes what he cannot see
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| And will spill his blood for thee
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| Death is coming, for this I know
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| The stench of rotting bodies rises from below
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| I can’t see the light while gasping for air
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| When I’m dead I’ll ask him why he wasn’t there
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| With each inch cut in my throat
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| I didn’t feel a presence of a mighty deity
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| Though years of practice taught me
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| That I would see him when my time would come
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| The deception is a perception because of our different beliefs
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| A lineage of filth is what they call the bottom feeders
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| For they do not know right from wrong
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| I tried to follow the best that I could
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| The result ended in my gruesome decapitation
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| I was still conscious and in those final seconds
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| I condemned the almighty and lost my faith |