| The morning breaks with a gravelike silence
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| This time, the scavengers have come from far
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| Take a good a look at the dead around you
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| And breathe deep the stench of your god
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| Join the insurrection, for the hunt is afoot
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| The total extermination of the source — branch and root
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| Can you feel it in the wind
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| The release from your mortifying sins
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| For the vultures in their towers
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| Will be decrowned of their power
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| The axe is set and awaiting 'neath this tree
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| Cut down the fetters by your own decree
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| And lay these stillborn institutions to waste
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| For Hell is merely an acquired taste
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| Can you taste it in the rain
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| The dripping source behind your fear and ache
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| For with the passing of this hour
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| Even gods will be devoured
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| As surely as this night, the darkness will slay the sun
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| The transformation from malicious to delicious has begun
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| Forget the outworn and misguiding concepts of sin
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| Unleash thy hunger and feast on your dieu cuisine!
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| Devour your god |