Behold.
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The beast arises from the depths of hell, sent forth to harvest the Christians.
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And lead them to a kingdom of evil away from their god.
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Before you stands a man, but beneath the flesh, stands a worthless creation.
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Mortal slaves forced to serve, they pray to god, hoping he will forgive their sins and save them from damnation.
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The art of deception serves the prophet well.
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Gathering gods, servants like lambs to the slaughter, turning them against their lord, they will march against their creator.
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Fuck your god!
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I stand before you calling out your god.
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Before you stands a figure, but beneath it's shell stands a false prophet disguised by shadows.
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A servant to the dark lord, brought upon this earth to destroy humanity, driven by hate and vengeance, betraying their messiah, they follow Satan's chariot to Babylon.
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The time has come for the armies of god to defend the holy one.
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Satan's army is on the other horizon, waiting for the horn, unholy crusade against their creator, leaving god no choice but to eradicate his own.
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The False Prophet
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| Thy Art Is Murder |
