| Outsider, heretic, snake in our midst — Soulless pariah, despised derelict
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| Here for our women, our children, our food — From the deep woods with a tale
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| untrue
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| We have all seen him, the look in his eye — When a good man of the cloth passes
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| by
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| The lights in the forest, the flash in the hills — Foreseen betrayal to kill or
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| be killed
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| Interloper amongst us, he must be found and cast out
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| He took the witch as his consort, there is no shadow of doubt
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| Sharpening knives are the liers in wait — Perverts and predators,
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| instincts innate
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| Bite down on blood with the lashing of tongues — Gnashing of teeth and the
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| burning of lungs
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| Now comes the time of the hunt and the kill — Slaughter the old and the weak
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| and the ill
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| Eat of their hearts and dismember their souls — Echoes of occision,
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| legions untold
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| Bring out your kin and your weapons, dust off your hatchets and hate
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| String up the cur and his woman, slay them before it’s too late
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| Tonight we ride out for murder, tonight we ride out for God
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| A fool and his life are soon parted, We’ll butcher his baby, the fraud |
| Occision, slaughter the aggressors — one by one
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| Inflicting pain brings sickly pleasure — sparing none (sparing none)
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| Exalted, abhorrent repugnance — Torn in twain
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| No mercy shown, no time for judgment — Only pain (only pain)
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| Screams rose up from the assembly, cries of «my god, but his eyes!»
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| One by one, fall in terror, like cattle to slaughter they died
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| The aftermath of the bloodbath, carnage and murder abound
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| Scores of the men from the village, broken and slain on the ground
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| Occision, slaughter the aggressors — one by one
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| Inflicting pain brings sickly pleasure — sparing none (sparing none)
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| Exalted, abhorrent repugnance — Torn in twain
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| No mercy shown, no time for judgment — Only pain (only pain) |