| We’re lost sons who with rolling of drums
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| Come back from their holy crusades
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| We’re black sheep and our pathway is steep
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| It’s our fate to stay renegades
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| Light your fire, it’s our only desire
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| And let its light rise up higher
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| Shoot your god, replace him on your tod
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| With your own bright shining fire
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| Shoot your god each day
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| That’s the holy game we play
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| Take his place with no delay
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| Shoot your god, take his place
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| With no delay each day.
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| For light we thirst and our music is cursed
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| By our own breed that for dark prays
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| Stars are right we must fight for the light
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| God likes to write hateful screenplays
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| We fight for light, it’s our eternal right,
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| «Traitors must die» is our desire
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| Shoot your god, replace him on your tod
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| With your own bright shining fire
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| Shoot your god each day
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| That’s the holy game we play
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| Take his place with no delay
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| Shoot your god, take his place
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| With no delay each day.
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| Shoot your god each day for desertion
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| This way leads to your liberation
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| Then celebrate his execution
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| Shoot your god each day for desertion |