| Church will be on fire, nothing will be saved
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| Paying respect to nothingness to Hell you’ll be a slave
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| Praise on your knees, priest prepare to die
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| Praise on your knees, Hell is ready now to strike
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| Riders of destruction, blinded by fire
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| The gates of Hell are open, pleasing His desire
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| The days of Christianity are ending very soon
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| From the smoke and dust appear under the light of the moon
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| Ready for the battle and they have to win
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| Torment all the happiness the best way to kill
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| Revenge is now a dead-end, there is no coming back
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| They’re waiting through the end to slaughter them at once
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| The sun is rising but light has been lost
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| The wind is confused by all disastrous thoughts
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| Take a last view of the sky before your head is off
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| They laugh at you, now where is your God?
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| Slaughtering Christianity, church will be on fire
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| Slaughtering Christianity, priest prepare to die
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| Church will be on fire, nothing will be saved
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| Paying respect to nothingness to Hell you’ll be a slave
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| Praise on your knees, priest prepare to die
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| Praise on your knees, Hell is ready now to strike
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| Riders of destruction, blinded by fire
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| The gates of Hell are open, pleasing His desire
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| The days of Christianity are ending very soon
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| From the smoke and dust appear under the light of the moon |