| From old Rome they come a-riding
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| On a song with armor shining
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| Christian sons with hearts of anger
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| Bring the book, the cross, the chancre
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah, kiss the cross or they will burn you
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah, they have come to rape and murder
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| Tell them we’ve had it all
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| They’ve had their day now they shall fall
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| Tell them of the turning tide
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| They can run but they can’t hide
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| Across a sea of tears and blood
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| Across a scape of murdered babies
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| They will cleanse and purify
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| For their Christ and for their Lady
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| They will take the joy of love and
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| Name it as a badge of shame
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| They will steal and they will plunder
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| They will tell you you’re to blame
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| Tell them we’ve had it all
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| They’ve had their day now they shall fall
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| Tell them of the turning tide
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| They can run but they can’t hide
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| On the wheel and on the gibbet
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| Broken bodies, broken dreams
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| In the churches, the sheep, the traitors
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| Now they are both pure and clean
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah
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| Tell them we’ve had it all
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| They’ve had their day now they shall fall
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| Tell them of the turning tide
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| They can run but they can’t hide
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| Tell them we’ve had it all
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| They’ve had their day now they shall fall
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| Tell them of the turning tide
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| They can run but they can’t hide
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| Tell them we’ve had it all
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| They’ve had their day now they shall fall
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| Tell them of the turning tide
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| They can run but they can’t hide
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| As the church turns to dust
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| This oppression this I must
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| The only joy and desire
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| In the heart’s pagan fire |