| Since the sun first shot it’s rays across the sky
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| A darkness crept into mankind’s wretched soul
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| In fear the weak first spawned the sanctimonious lie
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| That grew within their hearts demanding to control
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| From the void within their minds arose a fearsome god
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| Cowering upon their knees they began a reign of guilt
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| Jealously they coveted the freedom they once knew
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| But could not cast off the chains of servitude they’d built
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| For two thousand years or maybe more
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| The sacrificial blood has been shed
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| To appease the so-called Saviour
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| They pile high the corpses of the dead
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| Their holy water cannot wash away
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| The price of freedom stained upon their hands
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| And the fear of their Judgement Day
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| It spread across the distant lands
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| Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy shame
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| Thy kingdom come, the blood will run, enslaved on earth as in heaven
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| Heal the blind so they will see
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| That their salvation is not for free… sinner!
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| The depth of their intolerance none can ever tell
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| Thus began the inquisition
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| And the non-believers freedom they call the heathen’s hell
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| The foundations of religious persecution
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| And those who seek, will surely find
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| And prey upon, those left behind |