| First there is sound, distant sound
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| The murmuring sound of the crowd
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| Louder and louder till everything drowns
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| Now there are drums, that herald the setting of reason’s sun
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| Then there are lights,
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| Falling like stars in the sacred night
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| Now you will suffer for my love more than ever before
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| Let there be war
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| From a distance it resembles white hair flowing into the sky
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| The slug, the giant, the dirty device the men and the boys will die
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| The uncontrollable urge to take the one thing that your brother has
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| I am the source of this urge,
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| I am the curse,
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| This is a war universe
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| The promise of man, will lead you to hell
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| A hell in this world, the wages of sin
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| We cannot trust them, look at the signs
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| They are unlike us ready to strike us
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| Strike them first, burn everything clean
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| Cauterise their genes
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| Brushed by the wings of madness
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| My tears burn flesh
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| My gaze is death and my heart is full of those tears
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| I am the snake that appears
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| Coiled around the hearts of men
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| The phosphorous fang
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| The bodies that hang like withering fruit on the stem
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| The hero, the butcher, amnesia stains the future
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| undead relive the dying
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| Compassion’s waning flame, forever your sons will do the same
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| Let there be war
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| Cut off from earthly ties, and the interest of humans
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| Consult the sky for guidance, the act consumed fanatic
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| Reason and conscience wholly silenced
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| In men that know no rules, no ties but those of their order
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| No duty but to their cause and to extend it’s venal power
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| In a sleep state to their end, an end that justifies their means
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| An end that multiplies like dreams
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| of breaking limbs and burning screams and virgins bathed in blood and wine
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| Blindly obey the grand design
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| These streams of honey, burning flesh
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| The lips of death, all is regret
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| Let there be war
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| know this is the order of the earth
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| know this is the breath behind the word
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| Who could be so proud to think that they
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| Could lay their hand to stop the wheel that turns |