| The most heinous con
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| Refuge of evil
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| Cloven tongues that speak of truth
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| With false, specious words
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| They sold what can’t be bought
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| Acherontic saints of holy sales
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| Damn bloody lies
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| Burn me alive
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| Silence! |
| Those mouths are stuffed by truth
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| Hark! |
| At the ruins of the vile I will dance
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| … in victory!
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| They don’t heed the eternal
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| I can see the fruits
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| Of a spirit putrescent
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| The ogre burning heretics
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| The cleansing stake
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| I’m not daunted by distress
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| For all lie in inanity
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| But some stretched out their hands
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| And touched the awen |