| As I plunge my fist unto these fragile desolate plains*
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| I decimate this under achieving existence
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| And I become one with the world and from me more will be
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| I stand defiant on the day that my life comes to pass
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| That the distant abyss holds me evidently closer in its cage
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| Upon this alter I am sold to this deity
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| Yet in death the blackness engulfs me and then
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| I lose myself within the pages of malcontent and massacres
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| A god so loved his flock he sent them rampaging
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| Burn those whose voices cast clear rebellion against the lord
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| Strangling their lifeless bodies with flame until the souls of man is pure
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| When forth comes this existence
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| Upon the alter I am sold to this deity
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| Await for the arrival of their false deceitful prophet
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| A vigorous hunt for converts who weaken without the sword
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| The enslavement of mankind goes uncontested
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| I witness a festering disgrace
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| I see a malevolent tyrant
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| Fuelled by jealousy and hatred towards those
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| Who oppose and withstand beyond belief
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| I watch this world to fall to its knees
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| Yet they say that we are the disease
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| Beginning with a breath of fresh air and a mind unpolluted
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| I see freely I breathe freely
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| I denounce myself from the prophet
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| And from this my life comes to end |