And who are you to come and judge and try to rule my land Did I hunger any less Ideal or soul Left upon a stake Burn well Heathen Thing I cut Your lead Leave On Ground Your last scream Never heard A sound
Convert I shout and Spread your body parts Freedom From what Heaven Is only quest Or Reward Pleasure owned Bow low or die You are But cattle To be hoarded In my eyes
Devils brand upon A piercing sound Watch closely I burn your life down Fret and set Left in blood Security a price For temporary Faith Dictator hangs Another waits In wings
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