| Death breathes down my neck.
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| The sword will soon decide.
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| Who was right and who was wrong.
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| Jesus saves, but death prevails.
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| The execution protocol.
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| The inquisitions deatch call.
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| The execution protocol.
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| Is it God’s decision after all?
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| I look at you, you’re my saviour.
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| Bow my head as I kneel.
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| You’re the one I fear most.
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| You’re the one who wields the sword.
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| The execution protocol.
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| The inquisitions deatch call.
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| The execution protocol.
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| Is it God’s decision after all?
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| Persecution mania of heretics.
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| I climb the stairs to the scaffold.
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| Blind my eyes so I can’t see.
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| The grin on your disgusting face.
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| You’re a tool of God’s inferior race.
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| The inquisitions deatch call.
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| The execution protocol.
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| Is it God’s decision after all?
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| (lead — Jens) |