| My hate is a complete disdain for all things religious
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| The signs of God’s funeral are carved in my own necromancy
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| Let the darkness consume me
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| My hate will bring chaos and failure
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| Your life will be erased by your savior
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| Welcome to the empire of death
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| Alive in the abyss of the underworld
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| The world turns into my grave
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| A place where life never stood a chance guarded by the abortions of god
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| Let’s summon the dead and raise their bodies to harvest the last relics of
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| humanity
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| So face your maker, and pay the price for your failures
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| This is your end
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| Evil lurks in the cryptic clouds, followed by sinister screams
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| This is the end. |
| Your end!
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| Heaven has fallen like the angel of light
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| My reign brings scorn upon their heads
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| All I see are bones and flesh, relics of humanity, open up the wings of death
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| worshiping all the agony
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| See how the world turns into my grave
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| This is the place where life never stood a chance, guarded by the abortions of
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| God
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| Let’s summon the dead and raise their bodies to harvest the last relics of
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| humanity
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| (Dickie Allen)
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| Screaming children build the satisfaction in my ears, as I tear their wholes
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| apart
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| Blood on my as I let my holiness spill over their tiny faces
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| I will crucify their souls on the altar of suffering for all the gods to see
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| One after the other, their lifeless bodies
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| Hanged upon the rusty hook in the holy tower |