| We deny God’s rule
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| We defy his supreme force
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| Crucified by the dark power
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| His death was a glory
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| Forgotten by our mind forever
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| He’s left the churches to torment us
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| We’ll destroy the high altar
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| Until we see the ashes of pain
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| Crucifixion
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| We’ll show to the world our hate
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| The priests will have their final torment
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| We’ll spit on the churches, we have an ideal
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| Black tortures you’ll feel
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| The mankind goes to suicide
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| They have faith in gods as false as their name
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| Christ, preacher of goodness and beauty
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| Gods, preachers of lies and destruction
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| The god’s grave doors
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| Is below his brains
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| Rottenness and dirtiness go out
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| By a simple prayer of mercy
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| The reason of his death will be your blame
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| Your master is buried in the abyss
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| The dead, they already celebrate his arrival
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| In the altar of fallen gods, throne of his own existence |