Serpent tongue speaks to me
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Of a man from southern land
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How ancient Gods are enemies
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But I don't understand
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Hippocritic voice of love talks of peace and christ
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Blasphemer of Gods above
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One thousand years of lies
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They hold their swords to out throats
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And force-feed us with faith
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'Bout god, his son and holy whore
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But now we retaliate
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Prophets of a false believe talk with tongue of ice
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Threaten us with hell beneath
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Now we retaliate
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Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down
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Free yourselves from the chains
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Of lies that hold you down
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Arise to be free again
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We'll fight till we have won
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Priests of hippocratic love talk of peace and christ
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Power is their only goal
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Now they all shall die
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Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down
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Mess with us and you will feel
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A pain so true yet so unreal
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Yeah, use your hate, uncreate
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Christian state will mee its fate
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God, his son and holy whore
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Now you will meet your fate
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God, his son and holy whore
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Amon Amarth |