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Take advantage of believer’s feeling

Drain them all the way into the ground

Wither people’s souls instead of healing

Oh your petty greed, It knows no bounds

A cross upon a spire

Made by the greatest liar

With gold of tricked believers

Who seek their path to Eden

And from the days of old

A truth you must behold

For those who're stuck in sin

Are popes and their kin

Hypocritical thoughts, yourself envision

Staying out of Hell, obeying no rules

Do you think you have a special relation?

Isn’t lying a sin? He ain’t no fool

A cross upon a spire

A dying man’s desire

To quit the pain he’s lived in

A find himself in Eden

And from the days of old

A truth you must behold

With faith you cast your lot

You do or you do not

Take up your weapons and turn on others

Force them into obeying your word

Show them who's got the better religion

All who defy you shall die by your sword

Now you have reached the peak of the ascension

All unbelievers are burned to ash

And your doctrine is the only true vision

With only one to assist the day’s mass

A cross upon a spire

The world engulfed in fire

No side to win, both beaten

In smoke of burning Eden

And from the days of old

A truth you must behold

The ways of holy war

Death knocking on your door