A wicked time is at hand
This tone your holocaust
And virtue is for the dead
Cold cacophony surround you mind
Trade slavery
Slave traitor
Bloodied, chained and dying
Freedom is a vice of your mind
Born of idiocry
Among mountains of whispered lies
And the trails of the foe
Christ is lowered, needing thoughts to exist A wicked time is at hand This tone your holocaust And virtue is for the dead Cold cacophony surround you mind Trade slavery Slave traitor Bloodied, chained and dying Freedom is a vice of your mind Born of idiocry Among mountains of whispered lies And the trails of the foe Explain Request ×
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