| I am the flail of God
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| The sickness in me they admire
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| I speak, hear no blasphemy
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| I’d strike the sun if I desired
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| Follow me to the Elysian Fields
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| Where men are made martyrs by the order of my seal
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| Our flame forever bright, no fire here extinguished
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| We the divine! |
| We the distinguished!
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| I soar like an eagle
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| These dogs have never fled before such evil
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| I stand before white, red and black
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| We are the wolves and we’ll tear the flesh right from your back
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| Stand with me before the gods of old
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| Proclaim my word across this world
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| These worthless rats, this plague that I shall smite
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| Mark my words, we’ll hammer them down with all our might
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| Break the walls, storm the gate
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| I am Rapture Incarnate
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| I am Rapture! |
| (I am Rapture!)
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| Do you hear the word of God?
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| Loose your bows and draw your swords
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| Draw your swords! |
| (Draw your swords!)
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| Your eyes are wide and white, what a sight to behold
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| You are crippled, blue and cold
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| Your mouth is in the dirt, leaving a bitter taste
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| Your body decomposes, I’m nourished by your waste
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| Blasphemer
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| Foul deceit runs through their teeth and rots beneath
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| Redeemer
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| Strain to drain the vein I taste to take the pain (the pain) away
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| See me reign |