| 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
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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
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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 |