| I am lost in the land
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| Of withering shadows
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| Seeking no truth
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| Finding depth in various things
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| Weak in their spirit
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| And shallow are their hearts
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| Fading away like flowers
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| Under the sun
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| And his frailty had to be shared
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| My true belief was to be declared
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| The holy man opened his heart
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| And he let me receive the blessing
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| Of his lord
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| Drink the blood, drink the blood
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| The wine is turned into the blood of Christ
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| No, I choose to spit on his face
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| Forever walk the enlightened ways
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| Died on the cross
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| Where’s your kingdom now?
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| All your knowledge is worthless
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| All your efforts are in vain
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| Sanguinary
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| Blood-thirst in my nature
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| Puppets of Christ in consanguinity
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| But I cut the strings long ago
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| What does he think of now
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| When he lies slain upon his altar
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| Dripping with blood
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| With the cross stabbed through his chest
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| Just like he was stabbed in the back
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| By his blind faith
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| Chalice fall, let the bell toll!
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| Transform wine into blood of God
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| Naked-unsheltered!
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| The spirit outside the Holy Grail
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| Soul tread
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| Now for everyone to see
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| Now facing stone
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| And so is the man on the altar! |