| Far from these lands
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| where gods mercy doesn’t reach
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| where the words of the jew sheyherd have forgotten
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| cremated in the flame of hatred
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| There the love for Adams children
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| reased to exist and withered away
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| The shadow has build its kingdom
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| and a new black God risen to his glory
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| We are the black arrow
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| poisoned by the snake
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| aimed at holy done
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| from the bow of the fallen angel
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| The ritual of cursing life
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| we drink the rotten blood,
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| from the skull of gods creation
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| with the death of believers of Christ in our minds
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| In the stenght of the dead rats
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| Your burning piety rooled
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| Your belief is foltering
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| and once you denial your own god…
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| We are the black arrow
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| poisoned by the snake
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| aimed at you
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| from the bow of fallen angel |