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Bring songs of fear

Oh, serenade the frail

Some will betray

Will you be saved or slain

God, has poisoned your mind

Though you search you do not find

A sanctuary

Their blood lies right where you stand

By the sage, from the damned

Approved insanity, we all bleed

Tales made of fear

Oh, can you shed, your veil

None shall remain

Will you be saved or slain

God, has poisoned your mind

Though you search you do not find

A sanctuary

Their blood lies right where you stand

By the sage, from the damned

Approved insanity, we all bleed

God, has poisoned your free mind

Though you search you do not find

A sanctuary

Their blood runs deep right where you stand

By the sage, from the damned

Approved insanity, we all bleed