Face to face, silence coming close
Angels press on us, spreading ruin
Leafless tree stricken with frost
The only exit is across
Wretched religion, fighting dogs
Laying in a pool of maroon blood
Crooked necked enemies of god
Preserved eyes that sting follow him
Is he the one you want?
Wretched religion, you fighting dogs
Laying in a pool of maroon blood
Enemies of god
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