| Sick, decaying before him,
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| The clock calls for devine retribution,
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| Fear him as you lay among the corruption,
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| Death comes for idol souls,
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| There is nothing waiting for you when you die,
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| He is resurrection and annihilation all in one,
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| Your bodies rot, while you fantasise your innocence,
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| How does it feel to know that your sacrifice will be in vain?
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| (Schubach)
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| I am the one you will come to call master,
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| I am the one that you’re doomed to call king,
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| Damned, to beg me for your redemption,
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| Locked in a cage with no hope of salvation,
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| No hope of salvation, for the masters of disease,
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| Heretics,
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| The blinded non-believers, who quiver at my name,
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| Once awoken they will fear me as they rise in eternal damnation,
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| Eternal damnation,
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| Now, you’ll beg me for your redemption,
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| The clock calls for execution,
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| Wishing you had time to care,
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| Wishing that you weren’t a parasite,
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| Ungrateful piece of shit,
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| You are nothing but a filthy, putrid, dirty, wasted, blackened, fated human
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| soul,
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| I always wanted to become one with you, so become one with me
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| Forget the ocean, forget the sky,
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| Forget the cities that you plague,
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| You lost it all in a game that’s proven fatal for your kind,
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| I lay claim to ungracious lives,
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| Those thankless individuals who deserve to die,
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| Believing it’s okay, believing it’s alright,
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| That their sins are forgiven. |