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In this body

Before this body

All your hands are stained with blood

You who wish

To see us dead

Such iniquitous design

Hang me from the tyburn tree

Among the gallows

You see me sway

A prime example

Of moral decay

Among your subjects

In hatred's sway

A shining beacon

Of misplaced faith

Take that rope and tie my noose

Take that rope and tie my noose

In this body

Before this body

Who are you to be my judge?

You who wish

To see us dead

Silence is complicity

Hang me from the tyburn tree

Among the gallows

You see me sway

A prime example

Of moral decay

Among your subjects

In hatred's sway

A shining beacon

Of misplaced faith

Take that rope and tie my noose

Take that rope and tie my noose

Heat from fire

And fire from heat

In the face of your oppression

I bear witness

And I have bled

In the name of my conviction

Power concedes nothing

Heat from fire

And fire from heat

You believe I am a demon

Power concedes nothing

I am death

And I am legion

We are many here as one

I have lain

Upon the altar

As the sacrificial lamb

What are you willing to lose?

What is this but genocide?

You have sinned

And you have lied

Your coffers brim

With the blood of those who died

And you have drunk

From poisoned streams

Your chalice filled

With the blood of the diseased

Yet here you stand

To guide your flock

And on they march

Along the bosque

And from your cup

They drink so deep

And never ask

For why you weep

You will fall from

Heaven's heights

Claiming that you've

Seen such sights

But we know

You are blind

Neither cleansed

Nor divine

You shall drown in

A lake of fire

Carried by your

Acolytes

But we know

You are blind

Neither cleansed

Nor divine

Searing flesh

Melting eyes

Boiling blood

Sweet demise

In this body

Before this body

In this body

Before this body

How much blood is on your hands?

You who wear the stolen crown

Never shall your tower stand

Brick by brick, we'll tear it down