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Cracked icons look from above

In palaces made to them to adore

The faithful bow down before of them

Claiming their praises to be heard

Destroy them all iconoclast

A bastard son coincived by no one

Pregnant woman by the grace of god

A virgin mother cries all along

While Jesus Christ is nailed to the cross

Destroy them all iconoclast

A life of pain, redemption and shame

A book of lies controls their minds