| Black vested skin, pure one free of sin
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| Scratch the surface, disgusting what’s behind
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| Scars so deep, open eyes still can not see
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| Minutes in hell, in lord’s house they feel pain
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| Denying truth, trivializing the act of doom
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| A glorious life while children can’t stop to cry
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| Saintanist, morbid minds, a holy robe, father of lust, betrayer of love
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| Saintanist, licence to preach, desire to hurt, father of lust, betrayer of love
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| No protecting hand, just a tool of reign
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| Awe full to yourself’s what waits for you?
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| They demonize all those things, they should do reaving, raping purity of
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| children’s souls
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| Don’t fear the consequence of the things you do
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| An almighty institution hushes up
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| One more time in the chamber, one more life that falls into endless faint
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| His hand of doom, a lifetime gloom, caning with lust, purity filled with dust
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| Hoping eternal hell waits for you, no paradise in that you are believing through |