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evil, birth of a wicked whore He swore to destroy his army of death and free the land under his bloody reign that began as he killed the Wise, conquering the throne
violent screams From the throne of your desperation I killed them all and stole their land Enslaved the blacks and slaughtered the red man In God we trusted and I gave birth
is! I deserve the throne, the sceptre and the cloakwoven out of blood. Is the crown for me? Yes, it is! I deserve the cloak woven out of blood, because of blood
under a blood-red sky, the king still sup- press the rebellian lie. He is the one, the self-chosen son, master of the throne he rules upon. The sacred
screams From the throne of your desperation I killed them all and stole their land Enslaved the blacks and slaughtered the red man In God we trusted and I gave birth
