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True ruler of men

He need not a crown

A womb of decay

A world it spat down

Feral, untamed

Sons to the ape

Slaves to their doom

Slaves to their fate

The beasts that were chosen

To stir in the ground

Alas! They shake the sky!

These arms are not wings

These men are not birds

Take flight, the storm is nigh

Feral, untamed

Sons to the ape

They fall off the earth

Moths to the flame

Feral, untamed

Sons to the ape

Slaves to their doom

Slaves to their fate

And you can't bear a god

But you can raise one by men

To be lowly and vain

To be just like one of them

And you can't kill a god

But you can sell one to fools

To be eaten alive

Crucified by their tools

Hear them sing!

Begone bastard! Begone!

Nazarene! Cursed son!

Begone bastard! Begone!

Nazarene! Cursed son!

Begone bastard! Begone!

Nazarene! Cursed son!

Begone bastard! Begone!

Nazarene! Cursed son!

Begone!

Begone!

Begone!

Begone!