Our temple made of course,
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In the forests of pentagramms
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Hell awaits, we'll sit on
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Baphomets right
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We don't need a hypocrite God lying goodness
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Angels will serve,
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Stars will protect
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We have the feast, drinking
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Jesus blood
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In the eye is the mirror of the soul,
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In your I don't see anything else
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Than christian epidemic
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The answer insides every question
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And when the fire embraces my body
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The purgatory's sweet touch
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Gives the final answer
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I don't care for Jesus wrathful fist,
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I don't pay for excuse
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If everyone fears the power of God,
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I don't
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Let's step through every frontier,
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The devil's charm is mesmerized.
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I feel the pain and torment
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Every day promises new pleasures
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I slept in the dust with the devil's daughter,
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I saw my face's mirror in the eyes
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For me she is the idol,
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In the place of my heart the ice is burning
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I rather be the first, in hell than
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The last in heaven
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Twin monn is raising,
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And black stars are shining above me
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I shout Judes's innocence, and
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Deny Jesus's Kingdom
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That word is a lay which says
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The blessing on the last supper
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Die on the cross who love with it,
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An believe blindly in Jesus's promise
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The Prophet
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