Forsaken! Left to die
Condemned to hell, yet we don’t know why
Freedoms we seek, unattainable by law
To practice our faith, without fear and fraught
Lives taken away
Needlessly
By those who do not
Understand
Lives taken away
Needlessly
By those who do not
Comprehend
The way of our kind
Slaughtering our kind out of ignorance
Killing us out of greed
Ending our culture
The grip of theocracy
Men of god, people of their lord
Denying our freedoms, forced by the sword
Our magic and power. Almighty indeed
Yet seen as an unholy travesty
With torches and farm tools. They rise up to us
Goring us out, drenched in blood and puss
Time has come for us to fight back
Through blackened magic we violently attack
Slaughtering our kind out of ignorance
Killing us out of greed
Ending our culture
The grip of theocracy
The grip
Of
theocracy
The grip of theocracy
Dark lord, grant us the strength
to destroy those who oppose your everlasting hatred
Retaliation, a necessary evil
Killing for our savior, the lord primeval
Tearing apart our christ-like foes
Leaving their souls to rot and decompose
Slaughtering our kind out of ignorance
Killing us out of greed
Ending our culture
The grip of theocracy
The grip of theocracy
The grip of theocracy
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