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Chokeds the faith
by slip noose
Broken History
time is unchained
so cold, so glazed

Hashammaim are held by earths cold grip
Well make the Faith be, your will

the crusades calling you
I will be your Truth

rich and poor
aristocrats
pure hearted white capes
monks and servants
nobles and saints

everybody run, to roll call
sold or lost away, thousands of souls

Man shouts: "Im the Truth"
cruelty and useless crimes
is it fake or am i blind?
was this your Lords word?

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