| Serpent tongue speaks to me
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| Of a man from southern land
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| How ancient Gods are enemies
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| But I don’t understand
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| Hippocratic voice of love talks of peace and christ
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| Blasphemer of Gods above
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| One thousand years of lies
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| They hold their swords to our throats
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| And force-feed us with faith
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| 'Bout god, his son and holy whore
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| But now we retaliate
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| Prophets of a false believe talk with tongue of ice
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| Threaten us with hell beneath
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| Now they all shall die
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| Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down
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| Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down
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| Put them down
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| Free yourselves from the chains
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| Of lies that hold you down
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| Arise to be free again
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| We’ll fight till we have won
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| Priests of hippocratic love talk of peace and christ
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| Power is their only goal
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| Now they all shall die
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| Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down
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| Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down
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| Mess with us and you will feel
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| A pain so true yet so unreal
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| Yeah, use your hate, uncreate
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| Christian state will mee its fate
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| God, his son and holy whore
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| Now you will meet your fate |