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Your withered idol
Glorified through greed
By the weak and idle
Propagating Zions Breed

Hark, hear the drums
That are pounding for your doom
With the passion and fury
Of will and dreams, ambitions
Ground to dust

Wherever we set foot
The blaze of fire paint the sky
Our own crusade of retribution smites
The rulers and the ruled

Thus their corrupted lullabye
Did catch a tint of death
In Babels tower, on every hour
Our troops are marching out
And in the same tongue we hail our new saviour
"Hail!"

Their rulers, they know nothing else
Than scaring flocks of sheep
And he, the one who rules them all
Can only groan and weep

For his throne of clouds
And his pearly gates
Raise him far and high above
But his children rage
Unified by hate
What will save his sacred neck now?
Love?

Hark, hear the screams
Of Jehova as he burns
On the pyre of vengeance
And dreams and will
Ambitions, hate and lust

Jesus is dead, God, we're coming for you!

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