The morning breaks with a gravelike silence<br />
This time the scavengers have come from far<br />
Take a good a look at the dead around you<br />
And breathe deep the stench of your God<br />
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Join the insurrection for the hunt is afoot<br />
The total extermination of the source - branch and root<br />
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Can you feel it in the wind<br />
The release from your mortifying sins<br />
For the vultures in their towers<br />
Will be decrowned of their power<br />
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The axe is set and awaiting 'neath this tree<br />
Cut down the fetters by your own decree<br />
And lay these stillborn institutions to waste<br />
For Hell is merely an acquired taste<br />
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Can you taste it in the rain<br />
The dripping source behind your fear and ache<br />
For with the passing of this hour<br />
Even gods will be devoured<br />
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As surely as this night the darkness will slay the Sun<br />
The transformation from malicious to delicious has begun<br />
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Forget the outworn and misguiding concepts of sin<br />
Unleash thy hunger and feast on your Dieu Cuisine! <br />
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Devour your God