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After centuries still claming divinity

When all they've ever done was to eat and get drunk

Recounting tales of the demon ducks

Chants of glory as they raise their cups

All that remains are a few zealots

Gathered here in their leader's basement

This is what's become...

Hearing of a madman fighting someone's van

They came to realize one of their's was alive

Recounting tales of the demon ducks

Chants of glory as they raise their cups

All that remains are a few zealots

Gathered here in their leader's basement

This is what's become...

Cowering at the sight remaining out of fright

Far from what they proclaim

slayers only in name