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Bless me father, I must go away

To save us from the ones who don't believe

Confess me father I have sin

But maybe the angels really sing

For the man who would be king

We laugh at your religion, you people of the sand

We have no superstition, you can read it in our hands

Forgive me father for the change we bring

But it is all for the man who would be king

Don't leave a body standing, not the holy, not the small

Deliver us from the evil

If it yours we want it all

Lately father I've been wondering

Is the devil just the man who would be king?

How can right be ever wrong?

We are glory, we are stronger than you

We never got an answer

It's just too late to ask

The bloody flag was waving

Our hearts just ran too fast

Curse me father for the chains we bring

And don't believe the man who would be king

We never got an answer, the question slipped my mind

I've been so busy killing, I haven't found the time