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My hymns of tribal rapture
Priests wrapped in black leather
No limitations or creeds
One victim, just her screams
Enter the kingdom
But tell no one at home
How the darkness enveloped a man
While a king sat on his throne

Innocent eyes gathered around
Came to see me burn to ash
Questions inside they will never ask
Do they really matter?

The church clouds you where you go
The rebels hunt you deep into the snow
Cutting your fingers off in Babel
Like poor children shot down in a rabble

Late nights in the witches hour
Possessed by the omens power
300 days wasted on a Caesar
300 nights yearning for a Christ

And no hours spent in the moment
The silence is my opponent
I can't give it up so I'm devoted
At the end I'm a rodent, you know it

Who would follow the rats as the ship goes down?
The faster the downfall, the quicker the crown
Who would follow the rats as the ship goes down?
Nowhere to go now and no way to slow down

Late nights in the witches hour
Possessed by the omens power
300 days wasted on a Caesar
300 nights yearning for a Christ

And no hours spent in the moment
The silence is my opponent
I can't give it up so I'm devoted
At the end I'm a rodent, you know it

Cease all slave behaviors
Commence the act of a menace
The wolf is loose and rabid
In the moon his rage is valid

The king is in the tomb
Born again from a black womb
Crying for the gift, actions of a savage
Gasping for air, covered in life's baggage

Who would follow the rats as the ship goes down?
Who would follow the rats as the ship goes down?

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