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I dreamt of blood and iron

Of a storm of twisted flesh

Of a god that wills my hand

To be his judgement

And do you understand the rage

It will silence and deafen

And curse the slaves of men

For they are the slaves of all

This vision was in black and white

Soundless, dust, weathered hands crack the dial

A man hangs from the boughs and they beat him with sticks

So lock the door and cock the rifle

We are waiting patiently

Looking for a moving target

In no man's purgatory

What fresh hell is this

That we make for ourselves

Cut from the cloth of Judas

And the poisoned apple bite

I never had faith to lose

As god is my witness

And I am an instrument of his truth

And I don't need to be saved

And I saw you on your knees

You were asking what god could do for you

When the demons come for you

Do you fight them?

Or do you become one of them?

And let me tell you about freedom

About liberty

Let me tell you who's in my sights

And Who's on my list

I am an animal with no way out

I will write my name

In blood across the sky