[Music: Gelal / Lyrics: The Black Lourde of Crucifixion]
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Myth once told of an earth born King;
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A theurgic bind of spirit and flesh
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And so it is parable to those with strength;
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The galant psalms and pageantry are lost in space!
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Foul Parody of the Lord's Supper
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Foul Parody of the Lord's Supper
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At the table bread was broken
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Crimson contract proffer swill
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Gather friends and good disciples
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To witness figment tales...
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No rewards with natural treasures
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But with sickly suffering;
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And our Kingdom doth be paradise
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void of pleasantries!
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Foul Parody of the Lord's Supper
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Foul Parody of the Lord's Supper
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Myth again told of that earth born pig!
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Barking abjuration whilst hammered to the wood
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And so if stays parable to hearts with strength
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As we sleep in bold comfort in our hell on earth!
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"As the cock crows thrice I'll be denied,
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forsworn by one of you.
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And for the sake of prophecy,
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summoned to my lot."
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By blood... Resurrection?
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By body... Redemption?
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By God... Domination?
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By Pilate... Crucifixion!
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"As the cock crows thrice I'll be denied,
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forsworn by one of you.
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And for the sake of prophecy,
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summoned to my lot."
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By blood... Resurrection?
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By body... Redemption?
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By God... Domination?
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By Pilate... Crucifixion!
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Foul Parody Of The Lord's Supper
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Grand Belial's Key |