| An old new testament of faith, ripped from the hands of the dead and placed on
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| the cross
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| Just as the light from above is captured below, the christened king of their
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| church is a stolen concept of the sun
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| I won’t wait for tomorrow, I won’t wait for a sun that won’t rise a god that is
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| dead, buried in lies, I won’t speak of forgiveness, to those who have no true
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| will of their own, their fate has been sealed, their blood has run cold
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| I am the sword of hell and in the words of god «he who cannot be torn from
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| heaven»
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| Just as the light from above is captured below, the christened king of their
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| church is a stolen concept of the sun
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| Won’t wait for tomorrow, I won’t wait for a sun that won’t rise a god that is
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| dead, buried in lies, I won’t speak of forgiveness, to those who have no true
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| will of their own, their fate has been sealed, their blood has run cold
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| I am the sword of hell and in the words of god «he who cannot be torn from
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| heaven»
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| From heaven, I will not go, I will not go, from heaven
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| Until they are gone, until they are gone, from heaven
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| I will not sleep, I will not sleep, never |