The gift of fire is all I offer to the world
Knowledge forbidden is obscene
You chain us down, and you can see that wound is through
We suffer, but we still can dream
No tyrants
No sky lords
No tortured cries
Will arise
No vengeful
Omniscience
No plague of spite
Endless night
___________
To bite the hand is in the nature of the wolf
We'll find another place to feed
And when we fall, 'cause we deny the dominion
We'll burn, but we'll still be free
No masters
No fathers
No world of lies. You don't
Prophesize
No judgement
No shameful
Admonishment. Fuck your
Punishment
___________
Bound in the guts of my son, venom drips upon my brow
Blind man killed him where he stood
We stoke the flames, so they consume the ones above
A cleansing fire would do us good
We bring the
Dawn with us to
Burn the skies. We will
Terrorize
We breed
Misotheism
All worldwide. It's just
Deicide
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