| They imagine a heaven
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| Talk about hell
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| They can’t live without a remission
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| Plentiful punichment for
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| Numerous sins
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| Suffering their oun crurl invention
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| Their heaven is boring
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| Their hell’s a state joke
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| Faith is their one vindication
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| Doubt is forbidden
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| Joy is tabooed
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| For a folly there’s no hesitation
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| Sacrifice their life for a lie
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| A thousand sheep have come to die
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| Down the thumb there’s no remorse
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| It’s the time for martyres
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| Into the Arena — go down
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| Into the Arena — show-down now
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| Into the Arena — the beasts are prepared
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| Into the Arena
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| Hunting the witches
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| Considered to be
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| Riding on brooms in the dark night
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| No mercy for people
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| Who dare to oppose
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| Mediaevel church was a scourge in its pride
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| Millions of people
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| Killed for the cross
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| By relentless religion — disgusting
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| There is no excuse
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| For things they have done
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| In the name of their God — it’s a bad thing
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| Sacrifice their life for a lie
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| A thousand sheep have come to die
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| Down the thumb there’s no remorse
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| It’s the time for martyres
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| Into the Arena — go down
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| Into the Arena — show-down now
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| Into the Arena — the beasts are prepared
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| Into the Arena
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| Lock your door the Priest is Coming
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| Beware of All the Parsons
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| Today it’s all different
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| A daring contention
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| They talk about love and forgiving
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| But still they are hunting
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| Now we are the victims
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| Maybe they are evious for our living
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| Sacrifice their life for a lie
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| A thousand sheep have come to die
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| Down the thumb there’s no remorse
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| It’s the time for martyres
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| Into the Arena — go down
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| Into the Arena — show-down now
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| Into the Arena — the beasts are prepared
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| Into the Arena |