| In the century where man dies
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| We the huntress of the hollow hills
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| Must put ourselves above pity
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| Above self deception as law
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| We must be again as once were
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| We the soul of the earth
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| As reaping time descends
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| The sour gain of mercy withers
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| Into the night we must go into the darkest abyss
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| To a level of consciousness unknown to Christendom
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| We want life we crush the dream of heaven
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| As we bring the blade down one swift move
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| We are the chosen ones chosen by will to life
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| You life lairs crawl on you banded knees
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| As you finally die you will eventually have lost more
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| By not living by the sword than what you lose in death
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| Not by mercy by strength we end your pity lives
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| Not by spirit by flesh we awaken the beast within
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| Knee deep in your repulsive blood we march
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| Victorious by the power of our minds and bodies
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| Watch the twilight of your god
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| As you system cracks and all your life is dead priest
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| Take a look into our minds
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| Feel the pulse of omnipotent strength
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| Take a look into our souls
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| Feel your life drained of everything that was
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| Hear my words feel my wrath
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| Your death is sweet
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| All your life is dead priest
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| DEAD!! |