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Tales of Nazarene, decide

Streams of altruism,

Through blood unite.

Burnt alive at the stake,

Mother of the Heir,

Bathed in occultic flame,

Hamingja.

Alive, Dead, Born.

Alive, Dead.

Alive, Dead, Born.

Are we succumbed to be

Blinded by insecurity,

As we walk 'neath the sun,

Find contempt in anyone.

Strewn a word unknown,

Follow through to cast the first stone,

A toppling mount of glass,

One in me,

The fallacies remain.

(Tales of Nazarene Verse)

(Alive Dead Born Chorus)

It seems taboo

To reach beyond

The consequences

Of desert scripture

Palmed down through old.

Lies,

Lies which fault the Heretics blasphemy

Tales.