Devine sermons - the immortal tissues of lies
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Empty threats - no purgetory no demise
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the holy scripture is burning in his hand
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Turn of the century will be religions end
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Burning by the gate i can hear
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Reflection of his voice
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Dripping blood i share with my lord
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Confirms my every choice
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Crowded is hell the heaps of boiling flesh
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Opened veiins, gore is pouring from the gash
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All his power i can feel under my skin
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His wounds like razors bringing everyone to grief
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With opened veins i stand consumed by flames
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I hear the sounds of those who were raised to the ground
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I see the herd of those who laugh but bleed
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I see the crowd of poor orphin of god
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Crowded is hell the heaps of boiling flesh
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Opened veiins, gore is pouring from the gash
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Gash... gash...
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Share Your Blood With Daemon
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