Holy war, wisdom without the freedom. Grant me what I was born to hold. Take me past your solitude, burnt down without a reason. Holding the torch, a flame to the sky above. Take me before this priest, bury him on his knees. Pray for me now. Pray for me. I've seen you die once before, I'd watch you die a thousand times more. I've seen it in your eyes, this hate you can't disguise, the pain and bloodshed you cannot hide from. No, not anymore. Burn this priest, his bishops and his shepherds. I've seen it in their eyes. They're praying to see the end. Reign of terror ceases to carry on. Washed away, within the wasted lies you laid before me. I wanna watch them die; watch the white flooding their eyes. Reign of terror ceases to carry on.
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