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Ears to the hearsay

Martyrs now decay

Drown

We drown the heathens

Crosses in hands as we pray they don’t float

Ears to the hearsay

Martyrs now decay

Burn

Burn the pagans

Stoking the fires with prayers till they choke

I grow sick of

Lies laced in blood

A history of misery

Your fucking religion has done

I grow sick of

Lies laced in blood

With shame aside you idolize

All that your priesthood has done

Hail the name of everlasting light

Invoke

The name of Lucifer

The Truth does not burn

We have returned to world to condemn you