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And so darkness fell

No this is not Hell

As church bells wrang out death knells

Corpses dressed in their Sundays best 

Marching north east south west

Brainwashing the masses waiting 

for thier god to manifest

Blind to the slaughter

Cleansed by holy water

And all is imprimatur to this wall hanging martyr

Labeling us as worshipers of the beast

Murdering north west south east

In the name of their god a man of the deceased

Raising a sword

Creating discord

In the name of your lord invading in hoards

Waging war to shut our pagan mouth

Pillaging west north east south

Leading your troops into the so called hell mouth

Blood stained hands

Blood drenched lands

Life slipping through fingers as sand hear this I demand

Let my voice be carried forth

Listen west south east north

Let it be carried henceforth