| They arrived in the rain
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| Worn and ragged they came
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| Just two beggars asking for food
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| We took them in as a good host should
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| We took them in for the news they had
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| But their stories were weird and mad
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| About a god to whom men must kneel
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| We put them with the slaves, we are men of steel
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| Slave religion, a slave religion
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| And the slaves they listened
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| For in the end the weak shall stand
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| One just must kneel and regret
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| But exactly what I still don’t understand
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| How can you help me
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| Nailed to the cross hung high
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| Free men never kneel and your weakness I defy
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| I’ll grind your crucifix to dust
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| And I shall feed it to my swine
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| A slave religion you do preach
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| And your god shall not be mine
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| Slave religion
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| I would have slayed them
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| But hospitality’s law forbade
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| They left with a blessing
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| But I prefer to trust in my blade
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| I don’t want you to love me
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| For your love is really hate
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| I’ll go to Valhall and I’ll spit your heaven’s gate |