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Exhume the masses,

Force corpses into caskets,

Burn the deceivers,

Reduce them to ashes.

Instant constant fear,

The end of is now near,

Slice the throat of tradition,

And all they hold dear.

Return them to soil,

Cold is the grave,

No soul can be saved.

Poke out their eyes,

Tear their tongues,

Gasp for air,

Blood fills lungs.

Return them to soil,

Cold is the grave,

Lifeless but begging,

No soul can be saved.

Poke out their eyes,

Tear out their tongues,

They gasp for air,

Blood fills their lungs,

Return them to soil,

Cold is the grave,

Lifeless but begging,

No soul can be saved.