| Lord we’ve done thy bidding
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| The congregation of light is now relinquished unto thee
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| Uncontrollable violent thoughts fuse into their once sane minds
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| Drifting into the shadows of the unlight, they sleep
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| Act out what once was unspeakable in thy sect
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| Once blinded they now see and the truth is revealed
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| Turning on their own savior they do thy bidding
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| And a perfect plan is executed
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| Tell them of the futile war they fight
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| Profess your manifestation of their Christ
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| And of thy Lord who governs thee
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| Unknown to them is the two worlds you weave between
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| They believe you would create an adversary
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| To higher your plans for the earth
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| When you are both the good and the evil in this world
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| And the only one who altercates your plans is your own son
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| Soon they will lose to your hoards of angels and demons
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| And consume the earth with flame
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| Given a glimpse of their fate
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| They awaken from the face of betrayal
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| And now succumb to your rule
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| A revolt in disgust now begins thus foretold
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| Once given over by his own people
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| Their former ruler now awaits his demise
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| An ending that will be dealt with by our very hands
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| We the twelve students of his closest teachings
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| Will feast on his living body
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| And engorge ourselves on his blood
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| Ingesting the holy flesh to forget of what once was
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| And of what might have been |