| The end closes in for the fools
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| On the night of Our return
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| They’ll pay with their lives
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| When the bells chime, They will burn…
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| Burn!
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| As the night falls
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| In the shadows We crawl
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| From the ashes We rise
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| We bring the fear to Their eyes
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| And when Our thirst have been stilled
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| By the blood that We spilled
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| We grind Our teeth through Their flesh
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| With flames We take Their last breath
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| It is with joy We burn Their eyes
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| It is with joy We burn the skies
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| We still Their hunger, We still Their cries
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| We’ll have Them suffer Lucifers' knife
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| Feel it burn
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| Feel this burn
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| Feel Them burn
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| See Us burn
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| Feel Me burn
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| And still We yearn
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| Feel all burn
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| To see Them burn
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| Feel Christ burn
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| See Us burn
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| Burn… Burn…
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| Burn… Burn…
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| Burn… Burn…
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| Burn… Burn…
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| Feel it burn so deep within
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| I feel His wrath, I’m closing in
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| With all the breath I can muster
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| I pro-create and begin to sin
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| Feel it burn so deep within
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| I feel His wrath, I’m closing in
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| With all the breath I can muster
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| I pro-create and begin to sin
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| As the night falls
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| In the shadows We crawl
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| From the ashes We rise
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| We bring the fear to Their eyes
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| And when Our thirst have been stilled
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| By the blood that We spilled
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| We grind Our teeth through Their flesh
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| With flames We take Their last breath
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| You rejected all My feelings… ended up numb in solitude
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| You have the strength to move on… to the flocking of the fools
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| I speak the word of sadness… I inhale the words of joy
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| I reject Your distant longing… for the Christ You lost long ago
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| I bring the dreams of sanity… I bear the search for fear
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| Through the instant walls of grey… I’m the mute who speaks another day
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| In solitude I stand… The universal man
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| A work of art in a perfect land
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| Within your hearts of vanity… I sing the song of fear
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| Where the insane fears to dwell… I’m the one exploring another hell
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| Within my dreams of sanity… I bear the search for fear
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| Within the walls of grey… I’m the dead who walks another day
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| You speak the words of madness… I inhale the words of joy
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| I reject Your distant longing… for the Christ We killed long ago
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| In solitude I stand… The universal man
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| A work of art with bloodstained hands
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| See the sun rise…
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| See the sun rise…
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| See the sun rise…
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| Time has come, the bells now chime
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| Time has come, to burn the divine
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| Time is now, Our black hearts yearn
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| Time is now, We laugh, They burn
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| With Hate We land the infernal plan
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| We burn Their souls with bloodstained hands
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| With Hate We rise with crosses turned
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| With Hate We rise from maggots burnt
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| Within Your hearts of vanity… I sing the song of fear
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| Where the insane fears to dwell… I’m the one exploring another hell
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| Within My dreams of sanity… I bear the search for fear
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| Within the walls of grey… I’m the dead who walks another day
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| You speak the words of madness… I inhale those words of joy
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| I reject your distant longing… for the Christ We killed long ago
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| In solitude I stand… The universal man
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| A work of art with bloodstained hands
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| You rejected all My feelings… ended up numb in solitude
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| You have the strength to move on… to the flocking of the fools
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| I speak the word of sadness… I inhale the words of joy
|
| I reject your distant longing… for the Christ You lost long ago
|
| Within the dreams of sanity… I bear the search for fear
|
| Through the instant walls of grey… I’m the mute who speaks another day
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| In solitude I stand… The universal man
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| A work of art with bloodstained hands
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| Our flames… wipes out all that’s holy…
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| Our flames… wipes out all that’s holy…
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| Our flames… wipes out all that’s holy…
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| Our flames… Amen is no more…
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| Time has come, the bells now chime
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| Time has come, to burn the divine
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| Time is now, Our black hearts yearn
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| Time is now, We laugh, They burn
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| With Hate We land the infernal plan
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| We burn Their souls with bloodstained hands
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| With Hate We rise with crosses turned
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| With Hate We rise from maggots burnt
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| All Christians must burn for Satan
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| All Christians must burn for Me
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| All Christians must burn for Satan
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| All the Christians must burn…
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| Must burn…
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| Must burn… |