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Harvesting souls to fund crusades

pushing false hope, their madness reigns

all in the name ov placebo messiahs

a poisoned world thats damned to pyre

You've lost your Self trying to find

something else to hide behind

so split my skull and drain my eyes

for I must slay this ficticious 'christ'

Dogmatic principles adorn the farce

just mortal men with cauld, blakk hearts

so I will grin this open casket smile

for I'm long dead to this world defiled

I will shite on your church

your vestments shoved where it hurts

Burn your chapels to the ground

as you plead I hear no sound

Virgin whores, holy ghosts

I have heard no greater joke

I am Reality, thats why you cant handle me

(we live) BETWEEN THE LEGS OV DEATH