| I’ve walked through the kingdom of the filthy ones
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| Justice accompanies tragedy and death
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| Temples erected to reach the stars
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| With its roots in the depths of hell
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| Lewd priests in search of power
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| Praying for cruel heavenly saints
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| Pyres of fire burn thousands
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| Souls purified with the flames of hell
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| Ministers of greed, ambassadors of the cross
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| Golden cloaks and sermons about childrn dying of hunger
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| Their lives ar turned off
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| Like a multitude of living lamps
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| Queen of misery light my way through sin
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| I’ve inhaled the vapors of hell itself
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| The moon turns pale before me
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| Look at my eyes! |
| I would like to storm the heavens and look for answers
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| The bright star of sadness hangs over the world to give justice and death
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| Contemplate the face of bitter pain that envelops the world of aridity
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| Walking through the black temples of disaster
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| Where light has turned into darkness |