unknowingly damned from the day of his birth
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struck down for no apparent reason
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by the one that he worked for years,
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so hard to worship and so hard to please
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his attempts at pennance proven by the blood on his knees
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time slowly passes as the pain lingers on
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denied of acceptance and his innocence gone
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he's face to face with the god that he's tried so hard to find
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the meaning of his life becomes clearly defined
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by the actions of the god that he'd sought for so long
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reaching for acceptance, unaware of what he's done
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his god hangs his head in shame, turns around and walks away
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horrified at his denial, he knows he won't be saved
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the boiling blood of hell begins to burn through his veins
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so aware of his destiny he suddenly became
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the holy one he worshipped he would soon defy
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banished from heaven, the man that god denied
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the powers of pain from his rejection from god
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and the beckoning to hell become increasingly strong
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he survives the devastation of his mutilated trust
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and the loss of his salvation which was painfully crushed
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the armor starts to crack, exposing the soul
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leaving the core bleeding, ripped up and torn
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injecting the infection of deception and lies
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and the defection of the holy to escape their demise
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the black darkened open wings of hades awaits
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fear strikes through his body as he tries to escape
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the doors to the church are slammed shut in his face
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hell invades his doomed soul that has yet to be claimed
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he cries alone outside the church in horrifying shame
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wrapped in misery and consumed by his fate
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drowning in depression, not understanding why
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he will never be forgiven, the man that god denied
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the man that god denied
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god denied
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god denied
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god denied
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by the hand of the damned the new son is blessed
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inverted cross as a birthmark branded on his chest
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haunting visions of terror from his unwanted lord
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torments his every thought while his destiny unfolds
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he's the servant to the one he's tried so hard to defy
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his battered soul spits blood and no longer denies
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that his tragic future lies in the possession of the king
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who rips the holes though his soul, his holy spirit lies deceased
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branded by the beast the three sixes appear
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overwhelmed with hopelessness his fate becomes clear
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denied by everyone but lucifer and wanted by none
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his immortal transition has already begun
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the powers of the church become apalled and turned away
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he ends his futile fight, accepting what he's became
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the re-creation of the beast, the rage of hatred inside
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the speech that satan speaks, the man that god denied
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chorus
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pestilence arrives, the antichrist is reborn
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his carcass hammered to a cross as the world begins to mourn
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a crown of barbed wire thorns are placed upon his head
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demonic thirst for hells rebirth has finally been quenched
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in agonizing pain he won't spit in the face
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of the flaming dark lord he was born to embrace
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he comes to grips with reality from everything he's learned
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and lives the crucifixition he was born to serve
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his fears quickly disappear, his flowing blood grows cold
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his rage for shit of mankind begins to unfold
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the smooth breath of satan starts to spread through his lungs
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as he speaks with new life to the devil in tongues
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the chains of pain are broken, the beast becomes unleashed
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he damns the book of god and its believers of deceit
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no longer will he cry or lead a life of lies
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blessed by the haunted hand of doom, the man that god denied
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chorus
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God Denied
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