| He would kill the whitedraped men
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| He would kill all holly men
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| He would kill the powers in control
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| To waste these jokers in this pathetic game
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| He would choke the sleaze pig
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| He would shepherd the sheep off the cliff
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| He would crush all organs of speech
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| To start the process of renewal
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| He would avenge the dead
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| He would crave divine protection
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| He would sing the songs of darkness
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| To call upon it to manifest
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| He would «mirror» himself in the tundra frost
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| He would rape its virtue
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| He would disable its ways of hurting him
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| To give him that advantage
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| This would be the way of the misanthrope
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| In order to create you must destroy
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| We would greet the nuclear morning mist
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| We would smile at all life dying
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| We would cherish each and every moment
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| And celebrate the return of Sin
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| We would bow to the planet’s Iconoclast
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| We would march under the flag of Dominion and Hate
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| We would burn all conspirators
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| And their works with’em
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| We would reveal the only truth
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| We would make them really sorry
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| We would show them Sovereignty in true fashion
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| And then be a reflection of their loss
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| We would soak up the last joys of our lives
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| We would Hail that grotesque destiny
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| We would walk on the Last glory
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| And hope for blessing to come
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| This would be the way of the misanthrope
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| In order to create you must destroy |