| tolling bells in dying chapels
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| a black cross in bloodred sky
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| infernal smile of shattering gods
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| watching for victims with burning eyes
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| swallowed pride in fields of ashes
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| the day will come, when earth strikes back
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| the only truth — implicit faith
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| to feed us with the virus hate
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| virus hate
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| virus hate
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| virus hate
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| we find rest in nameless gods
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| in fading colours of a bleeding cross
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| our crushing souls in killing flames
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| the day will come, when life makes sense
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| a warlike priest and his blind mob
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| the seeds of rage are rising up
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| that’s simply gods own ugly face
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| transmitter of the virus hate
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| virus hate
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| programmed dreams for ruined people
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| the virus hate in helpless veins
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| injected by the daily needle
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| back to repressed memories
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| programmed dreams for ruined people
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| the virus hate in helpless veins
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| injected by the daily needle
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| back to repressed memories
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| virus hate
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| virus hate |