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Paint these walls black with the blood of the sheep

Fall into a hole of death and skulls that are ever deep

You kneel down to your knees

Look around to the desolated cities full of tears and blood

As you look to my grace

This is a dead church

Who is your master now?

Who is your master now?

There is none to your civilization

Step inside this black mass

I spit my gospel of death

You all built the graves I will burry you in

I will lay this world to rest

when the hands of death clench your throat

You will see a god torn limb to limb

Your true savior has shown his face

Rejoice in the fact that you will meet your fate