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O, to breathe in vitriol And exhale irony to be mocked by your most beloved Even in death

The simulacrum is cracked Until you can learn to act As a Christian

To be hated by the most hated

Your blackened soul stained with ignorance to be seen as equal To that which you loathe

I'd love to see you burned By your holy ghost

"GOTT MIT UNS!"

Speak the ones who'd kill you where you stand

"GOTT MIT UNS!"

Against your shrieking blasphemy, they stand

"GOTT MIT UNS!"

Esoteric hatred? Mystic blackened arts?

For all of this, and more; It's kill or be killed by your idols

Your "heil" stuck in your throat As you're choking on holy bread

Your salute eternally met With the promise of a swift death

Peripherals of a blind man Abhorring cognition

Until you're made the scapegoat For your cause to reach it's end

"GOTT MIT UNS!"

Speak the ones who'd kill you where you stand

"GOTT MIT UNS!"

Against your shrieking blasphemy, they stand

"GOTT MIT UNS!"

Esoteric hatred? Mystic blackened arts?

For all of this, and more by your "savior", abhorred