| I am a cleric, serving god the king and queen
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| I claim confession, and true belief by any means
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| Purification, heal heretics burn the demons out
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| And god’s behind me, watch my each and every move
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| You know I’ll find you, in the shadow of a shattered moon
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| Come all you witches, my procedures are approved
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| Won’t you let me ease your sorrow
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| Let me guide you through the night
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| All my methods clean and thorough
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| Don’t you fear the light
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| I reassemble, broken souls and wasted lives
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| I raise my head and see, my father through the blood red skies
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| And in my dreams, I know he holds my sanctuary
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| So all you witches, bow to the auto-de-fe
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| Just close your eyes, and listen to my holy say
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| You disbelievers, little do you know
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| Little do you know
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| Little do you know
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| Won’t you let me ease your sorrow
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| Purify your poisoned veins
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| There is yet a new tomorrow
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| I will ease your pain
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| Ease your pain
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| The fire’s burning wild
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| Ease your pain
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| The inquisition, has drained the demons like I said it would
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| Won’t you let me ease your sorrow
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| Let me guide you through the night
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| All my methods clean and thorough
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| Don’t you fear the light
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| Won’t you let me ease your sorrow
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| Purify your poisoned veins
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| There is yet a new tomorrow
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| I will ease your pain |