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The Death of Gods Lyrics
How many prophets have spoken about idols fall?
Too many kingdoms had worshipped their stupid gods
Blood of countless sacrifices seems to be forgotten
Power's lust never minds, any price is right
The new religion has reached its goal
The high priest takes possession of the martyr's blood
A huge crowd of believers bow down in fear
The victims are proclaimed new living heroes
Salvation and hope for the fools
The souls of the poor and the victims gather round
Ready to rise on the very last night
Who knows exactly what future will prepare?
The prophets and all the priests
will die in flames, beware
Too many victims had been sacrificed
Bulls*it has been ever given to the poor
No more lies and no more crimes
Don't forget the children starved
They won't forgive!
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