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Diabolus
03:43
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Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet Saeclum in favilla
Teste Satan cum sibylla.
Quantos tremor est futurus
Quando Vindex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus.
Dies irae, dies illa
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Once there lived a normal man
Someone put nails in his hands
Now no one can shut the fuck up
About this ignorant little fuck
Once there lived an arrogant prick
Speaking peace, cracking a whip
No one cared about the slaves
No one's really getting saved
Come on, children, gather 'round
Repeat after me, sing along
It's time to sing your favorite song
I hear he didn't die the first time
PUT HIM BACK ON THE CROSS
Someone needs taught a lesson now
PUT HIM BACK ON THE CROSS
So sick of theocracy
PUT HIM BACK ON THE CROSS
Put him back on the cross and kindly leave him there
PUT HIM BACK ON THE CROSS
After all of the progress we've made
All of the things that we've built
We must stand and ask ourselves,
Where was God? Where was God?
In the wars of the modern age
So many bloody conflicts continue to rage
And they claim God! There is God
PUT HIM BACK ON THE CROSS
They say he didn't die the first time
PUT HIM BACK ON THE CROSS
Someone needs taught a lesson now
PUT HIM BACK ON THE CROSS
So sick of theocracy
PUT HIM BACK ON THE CROSS
Put him back on the cross and kindly leave him there
PUT HIM BACK ON THE CROSS
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3. |
The Veil
03:00
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4. |
Ritualistic Cannibalism
04:32
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Visions of your screams
Reverberated through my dreams
And so I took you here
Deep in the woods where no one hears
Here your body will remain,
Painting the grass with your bloodstains
My ritual, fulfilled
I feel my insides shifting
I feel the changes coming
An open channel for the voices of the dead and inhuman
Visions of your screams
Reverberated through my dreams
And so I took you here
Deep in the woods where no one hears
Here your body will remain,
Painting the grass with your bloodstains
My ritual, fulfilled
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Gaza 2014
02:08
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Ritus Sanguineum
04:00
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The masses demand constant bloodshed
Suffering must never end
Mindless complacence is the most prolific killer
Let the spectacle begin
Restrained to the altar
The priestess wields her blade
The blood will run over
RITUS SANGUINEUM
Sacrifice upon the altar
Flesh split by the blade
Our cups runneth over
RITUS SANGUINEUM
Locked into constant bloodshed
The suffering will never end
Nations headed by hired killers
So the spectacle begins
The world is an altar
Wetted by gun and blade
Our blood will run over
RITUS SANGUINEUM
A sacrifice for our dead gods
Money, fuel, and dishonest fervor
Our cups runneth over
RITUS SANGUINEUM
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Heretic's Prayer
06:09
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Oh, ye of dishonest faith
Proselytizing through force
Smite down the non-believers
And claim what you judge to be yours
Oh, ye of little faith
Rejoice, for I proclaim
A coming, freer age
Our time is coming soon
And retribution is always swift
A reaction against unholy god
His followers dismissed
If there was a loving god,
He'd carry out the following prayer:
Clear a place in Hell,
And put the Christians there
If there was a loving god,
He'd carry out this heretic's prayer
Clear a place in Hell,
And put the Christians there
Oh, ye of blooming faith
Why would you change your ways?
Why live in a frightened haze
And waste away your days?
Oh, ye of fading faith
Undo your weakening binds
The folly of fantasy
Reveals itself presently
Our time is coming soon
And retribution is always swift
A reaction against unholy god
His followers dismissed
If there was a loving god,
He'd carry out the following prayer:
Clear a place in Hell,
And put the Christians there
If there was a loving god,
He'd carry out this heretic's prayer
Clear a place in Hell,
And put the Christians there
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