May your body and soul be silent
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Let God's hand slowly lift you out
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His touch will be terribly painful
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The secret of darkness will leave you in doubt
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I'm the lovechild of dawn and its dew
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And I proclaim silentium
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Three hundred thousand gates of widom
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Have opened themselves to me
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The flesh of my body has become
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Burning fire Metatron
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When the keeper of the world of souls has spoken
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No ash or bone is left unbroken
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You hear the sound of unheard prayers
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And sin starts to dominate your heart
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You must burn up the earthly realm you have left
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And open the gate to a new existence
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You will forget how to laugh forever
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And you will learn to hate your tears
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You feel your unredeemed heart filling
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With the ice-cold blood of all your fears
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Everyone of you will undergo
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The skinning of a human being
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You'll chew your tongues through the unbearable pain
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And drink one anothers saliva
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They'll rip ypur peregnant mother's womb apart
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With your broken bones and bloody heart
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Then take the innocent body of your onlu child
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And get every madmen and animal ready to fertilize
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Silentium
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Christian Epidemic |