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1994
Corruption, racism, hate
The church has failed
If Jesus came down
He'd be shot

I am the man that defends all things profane
6000 years is the time that I shall reign
And with a grin drank the blood of holy swine
Impurity made the blood turn into wine

Old man, dead hand
If only in their insanity
The lie feeds off their greed
Jesus wept

I am the pain that feeds off your weaknesses
A sickening born of hate not of the blessed
And with that time I will crush all things they prey
Destroying all from the known to the arcane

Old man, dead hand
If only in their insanity
The lie feeds off their greed
Jesus wept

Burn my eyes and try to blind me
Bury me so they won't find me
Try to suck my power empty
Got no crown of thorns on me

So burn my eyes and try to blind
Bury me so they won't find
Try to suck my power dry
You got no crown of thorns on me

Old man, dead hand
If only in their insanity
The lie feeds off their greed
Jesus wept

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