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Once more past the heretics gate, where harlots and angels breed deceit
In accordance with his word, it is they who shall ascend while the sons of the kingdom burn
For the omnipotent, innocent, not proven guilty

They are surrounded by the celestial army
Bearers of the whitest standard, heralds of the purest note
Marching again across the mouth of hell, his harsh commands resound amongst crusaders

Pierce the flesh, send venom through their veins, bow, worship, massacre them in my name
Once more past the heretic's gate-the seventh herald saw what was taught
As was the serpent raised in the wilderness, so must be the son of man
That who believes shall not perish-but suffer for eternity
Disciples and deceivers herded together within the walls that will become their tomb

Men who whimper for their brittle bones, which will soon be crushed into dust
Stakes hammered into the ground upon which their women and children are impaled
Upon the seventh passing, the walls crash to the ground-like a curtain falling upon
The inhabitant's final shreds of sanity

As was the serpent obliterated at his hands
So must be, the son of man, his final words of hatred call from the great heavens
The orders shimmer through the harsh wind like the blood that will surely follow

Once more past the heretic's gate, where harlots and angels breed deceit
In accordance with his word, sons of the kingdom burn for the omnipotent
Cut down the groves, break it into pieces slaughter, crush, annihilate