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Your last breath fills your lungs

Forever rest in the chamber of the dead

Where is your god in this final hour ?

As the world collapses in dread

Crippled by sermons humanity bleeds

The scars from where the red flows

Tormented souls, possessed

Their prayers, repressed

Ancient prophecies of apocalypse

The era of the sheep has come to its end

Slowly dying and soon forgotten

The stench of death, foul and rotten

Crippled by sermons humanity bleeds

The scars from where the red flows

Disciples of the righteous, enslaved

Visions of salvation, depraved

Vermin voices preaching

Oceans of opium

The tide is turning, what will remain ?

Realms of your god in pain

Crosses burned and icons turned

New regimes shall rise from ashes

Crippled by sermons humanity bleeds

The scars from where the red flows

Blinded by emblems the flock still feeds

The scars of red