| Forst bitten and stained with blood*
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| Are the words os peace and love
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| The golden cross around your neck
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| Speaks of greed and a crucified wreck
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| All I hear as you preach
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| Is blinding fools by threats and leach
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| All I see in your hands so wise
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| Is our freedom in demise
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| There’s death in the eyes of the savior, beware of the praise
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| There’s blood on the hands of the Messiah
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| See through the lies of the snake tongue
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| We don’t need your false salvation
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| Or your threats of God’s damnation
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| Leave us be is its peace you need
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| Or feel the wrath of northern seed
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| I grasp my hammer of Thor
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| To spite your king of a peasant whore
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| The Norse gods is still my creed
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| For them I live, for them you’ll bleed |