When last hour of your life begin
Of what will you think?
Will you hope to see the light?
Or will you fear of fall into dark?
What did you done for all that time
Given to you by your god?
You raped and murdered
Hiding behind his silhouette

You served
To your god
As well
As your devil

You though you was a holy man
But in fact you were the fallen
You loved to hate the other fools
And genocide was your tool
You fear and hate your devil
But you don’t know how you help him
The world will die because of your
Competition of inquisitors

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