| They deny the glory of the Reason
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| Left behind by their god
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| No philosophy, just false prophecies
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| Pour more blood in the wine
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| The cosmos lives inside me
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| Not a wasteland of thorns
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| Every part of me goes into scrutiny
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| To fulfill my desires
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| Bring outside all my enemies, they must see the light blessing their souls of
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| undead
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| Iron fist will now settle the score and we will reap our deserved spoils of war
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| This light now blesses our souls
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| This strength must rearrange every law with Reason and Pride
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| Lay siege to my enemies, they must see the light blessing their souls of undead
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| Iron fist will now settle the score and we will reap our deserved spoils of war
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| Reason and Pride
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| Reason and Pride
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| Solo — Giulio Moschini
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| Gods are mine and I shatter their names
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| Won’t forget all the pain
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| Brought in the name of Him, just idolatry
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| The blood must be purified
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| This light now blesses our souls
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| This strength must rearrange every law with Reason and Pride
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| The heat now cracks the soil of demonic idolatry
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| I see His Sulphur corpse vanishing into my sorcery
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| The brief sound of their souls as they fall in lunacy
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| Resounds in vibrant cries of inhuman songs of impurity |