| Can you hear them howling?
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| Crying havoc, let slip the leash
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| By spears of longinus bled
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| The glory bitches of doghead
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| Havoc
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| Unleash the hounds, bloody hungry eyes burn in the black
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| The stench of sick as God lies befouled on wretched sack
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| Oh sickle God, oh beasts berserk
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| This is Christ’s work
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| All the buzzing flies, midst the twisted nails
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| The bone and skin
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| Round the serpent pit the rats are screaming
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| Slick with sin
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| Oh sickle God, oh beasts berserk
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| This is Christ’s work
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| Can you hear them howling?
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| Of the church of filth and the beheaded cross
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| Such holy curse on hell’s bile fed
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| The glory bitches of doghead
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| Unleash the hounds, baying madness from the carrion floor
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| Go bitches forth, avenge the murdered, sainted whore
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| Oh sickle God, oh beasts berserk
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| This is Christ’s work
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| Can you hear them howling?
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| Beaten, kicked, maimed, drugged
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| Your wretched king from hell c*nt born
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| Now seraph choir howl judgement’s dawn
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| Oh sickle God, oh beasts berserk
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| This is Christ’s work
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| Can you hear them howling?
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| Of luckless bastards and child saints
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| Glory lies in the spilling of blood
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| Kill for your king, die for your God |