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God is dead he won't be resurrected.
And we are the one who killed him!
How can we console ourselves, killers of the killers.

You can pray to God,
You can pray to Allah,
Nothing will save you.

You can pray to God,
You can pray to Allah,
Nothing will save you.

Risen from ashes the Fallen Father will rule this world.
The Antichrist will fight the light shining from above.

I hope that the darkness will come,
And we'll get a reward for the things we've done.
We are the hopeless swans,
A cattle without a cowherd.

The creature, heavens masterpiece,
Was banished into the mist,
Into the mist.

This world needs his blessing,
A graces from our Fallen Father.
Forgive...

If God was alive he would shit my mouth right now!
Hail to the Lord!

I fell like I was buried in the well,
My Fallen Father arise from the hell.
Fallen but not defeated,
Abandoned and cheated.

I need you more than a breath of air,
Please help your son, `couse he'll die in despair.
I feel around your attendance,
Don't let me die in my own remembrance.

Father arise!
God is despised.

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