Текст песни Dead Work [USA] - Gods

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Demanding blood Cut from the insolent Belief is not enough Demanding gold As payment for your sins For shame of thine existence Of flesh and bone And pure as fallen snow A "savior" that mirrors Unjustly flattered souls Wicked is he Found free of shame and greed One god fulfills Your every want and need Destroy the ones who birthed you The soil, sky and sea Hold nothing valuable that On which your soul can feed The book will give you shelter For life eternally Knowledge passed through the ages Erased by western speech Constructing monuments to Your masters childish whims While desecrating those that You find no solace in Each day the bell tolls over This worn and stolen land A lie perpetuated Claims to be sovereign Souls cut from earthly flesh Find redemption in death Gods felled to civilize Now sharing soil with your lies Repent or face the blade Rejoice in holy grace Arise, born again Now free from mortal sin

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