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Poisonous tongues slither in the dark

Speaking in codes delivered by the wind

Whispers among your people lit the spark

Revenge to be taken, your God is blind!

To those near, who nothingness fear

Awaiting in the dark attack his heart!

The fire touches his wounded hand

Burning what's left, a dying land

You thought your God could never fail

Sadly know nothing of what is frail

To murder a God, to murder a God

Attack his heart

To those near, who nothingness fear

Awaiting in the dark attack his heart!

Poisonous tongues slither in the dark

Spoke in codes delivered by the wind

Whispers among your people lit the spark

Revenge has been taken, your God is dead!

To those near, who nothingness feared

Awaiting in the dark attacked his heart!