| If you are the son of Adam
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| Born of the first man
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| Then I am the rock of Cain to your Abel
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| To cast the tome of sin in your arms
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| And bring a poison chalice to the table
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| Oh Luther, did you know you were able
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| To pierce the tongues of liars?
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| A gospel of ruin from the heretics' age
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| Straight from the mouth of fire
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| A lone martyr on the hill of perdition
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| Broken flesh that many traitors confess
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| A document in the blood of sedition
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| Blasphemed led from the printers press
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| Oh Luther, did you know you were able
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| To pierce the tongues of liars?
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| A gospel of ruin from the heretics' age
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| Straight from the mouth of fire
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| This papacy of a devout stinking eye to heaven
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| O' death, where is thy sting?
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| O' grief, where is thy victory?
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| O' life, you are a shining path
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| O' Lucifer, did you know, did you see?
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| Pile the bodies high to heaven
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| To come tumbling to Earth again
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| To Earth again
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| O' death, where is thy sting?
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| O' grief
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| O' life, you are a shining path
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| O' Luther, your |