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Empty heads, evil, dolls

Spies and thieves, gays, cheap whores

God’s judgment already close

We’ll die all, innocents too

7th son is a murder

I want to kill a god and fly away

I need to kill a god and fly away

From depths of time I call your name

Master of dreams the Lord of sin

I'm ready to know your plans and thoughts

My heart's dream voice calling gods!

7th son is a murder

I'll gather those who believe

In mighty will of ever dreaming one

With shaking hands I kill your god

In nothingness I'll fall insane...

7th son is a murder