| And you may tremble before hell’s gates
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| You may watch as the heavens fall
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| And you may slight the hands of fate
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| You may heed the siren’s call
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| And you may reach every golden shore
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| Witness repent in the heathen
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| And you may dance in the sands of the war
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| You may sleep in the cradle of Eden
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| Betrayed your prophets
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| Dead seeds buried deep
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| An army of none
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| We’ll prey on the weak
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| And you may walk through the river run dry
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| You may strike down the giant with stone
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| And you may never again speak a lie
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| Confess every sin and atone
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| And you may drink from the infidel’s blood
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| As their civilization collapses
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| You may rejoice in the cleanse of the flood
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| And stare into the face of apocalypse
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| Betrayed your prophets
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| Dead seeds buried deep
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| An army of none
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| We’ll prey on the weak
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| You will not comprehend
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| Or find words that will describe
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| The will of God and man
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| Until you watch someone die
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| Betrayed your prophets
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| Dead seeds buried deep
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| An army of none
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| We’ll prey on the weak
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| Betrayed your prophets
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| Dead seeds buried deep
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| An army of none
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| We’ll prey on the weak |