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They sell their souls for pages of lies
A paradise for fools is the final gathering

Between the lines, book of crimes: evils oldest form
Misled by the pages of nails and spears
Reveal the sky, stars look by,
and laugh at our new born!

Forging - molding - binding
Becoming part of this world
Burning - scourging - twisting
The foundry rid you of your soul

Authorized by the gods in uniforms
The pawn draws blood so cold
a raise in the ranks is due

Paralyzed, brainwashed eyes, a new slave is born
Everlasting fire for those who fear
Reveal the sky, stars look by,
and laugh at our new born!

Forging - molding - binding
Becoming part of this world
Burning - scourging - twisting
Turning your mind astray
Fighting - bleeding - dying
Growing smaller each day
Drowning - falling - loosing
The foundry rid you of your soul

Reveal the sky, stars look by,
and laugh at our new born!

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