| Wishing in contempt of love
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| The righteous came to burn our forest
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| With hissing firebrands
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| For though we serve the gentle curves
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| Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess
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| They thought they caught us
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| Kissing hearses in their land
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| Send away the pumpkin carriage
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| Blind mice in your head
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| Parade themselves like sacrilegious
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| Envoys of the dead
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| For in this house of the dark Madonna
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| Flesh will pleasure life
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| For free of sin we would dishonour
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| All that virgin sacrifice
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| Gut our city, slaughter all within
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| Save the gold that goes to God
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| Show no pity for we worship sin
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| Spare not the old nor lightning rod
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| We raise our devil horns
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| To those who sit on high
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| For down amidst the thorns
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| We lie
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| Tonight the black guards came to rape
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| And ruin those souls empathising
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| With fleeing far away
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| Thrown to the Tigris river curves
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| Of our star tiara-ed Ishtar rising
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| They thought they caught us
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| Courting Baphomet
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| Courting Baphomet
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| Gut our city, slaughter all within
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| Save the gold that goes to God
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| Show no pity for we worship sin
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| Spare not the old nor lightning rod
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| She walked the world
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| When the world was made to dress
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| In a perfect darkness
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| A murderess in flame
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| Nature curled, unleashed, unfurled
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| The crack of a whip on the lips of anger
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| Why would your holy order
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| Not be wholly slain?
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| Wishing in contempt of love
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| The righteous came to burn our forest
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| With just verses for the damned
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| For though we serve the gentle curves
|
| Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess
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| They thought they caught us
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| Pissing curses in the sand
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| We raise our devil horns
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| To those who sit on high
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| For down amidst the thorns
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| We lie
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| We raise our devil horns |