| Gods of no men, a futile reign
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| Lord, have faith in me
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| And watch as I tear apart your archangels wing by wing
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| Lord, have faith in me
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| I am your end
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| And we all just want to watch you burn
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| «Light the torch,» they scream
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| (Oh, oh)
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| May you choke upon a scarlet flood
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| Swallow blood with me
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| I am your ending
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| I march into the swarm
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| They follow in magnificent rhythm
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| Together we’ll destroy them all
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| Extinction is the only decision
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| Shear the wings from every angel
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| So flightless they remain
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| The slaughter not in vain
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| We retake our throne
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| And we all just want to watch you burn
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| «Light the torch,» they scream
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| (Oh, oh)
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| May you choke upon a scarlet flood
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| Future I foresee
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| (We are the revolt)
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| We are praying for the tides to turn
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| Crucify the beast
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| (We are the revolt)
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| Wading in the blood of holy ones
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| Closer to defeat
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| Soulless and vengeful
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| A hollowed mass without a trace of faith
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| Revenger marching through damnation
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| The destroyer turns to wraith
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| Ghostly crystal spires tower the horizon
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| Their shadows on the shrines of man
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| And we all just want to watch them burn
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| And we all just want to watch you burn
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| «Light the torch,» they scream
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| May you choke upon a scarlet flood
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| Swallow blood with me |