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I declare war
upon a heaven that was ours
This I swear - by the ancient gods
that the Millennium Beast devoured
I'll desecrate - you'll tremble at my feet
Step aside - as I place myself
upon his seat
When I lay my hands upon the ones
who guard his seat
Their souls will be consumed by fire,
by the time they reach my feet
I will claim - what is mine to take
my realm I shall obtain
Beyond the gates - of heaven hides a
god who dares not meet me
For centuries - he's been hiding in a
realm he calls his own
I will not stand down - any longer:
I will crush his fucking throne
Crushed and broken shalt they be whilst
crawling for their god
Alone and unprotected
I will drag him through the mud
Gather for the holocaust
of all mankind
The holy speak of second coming,
but paradise is mine
Cast out was I, but not destroyed
My spirit lives eternal
My soul yearns for a piece of heaven
that is can call mine
Those who dare to speak of God,
shalt swing from nearest tree
They shalt forever hold their tongue,
or I will rip it from their mouth
Their memories
will be forced forgotten,
never shalt their names be heard
J.C. the shepherd shall be served from
his fucking herd
I declare war   upon a heaven that was ours   This I swear - by the ancient gods   that the Millennium Beast devoured   I'll desecrate - you'll tremble at my feet   Step aside - as I place myself   upon his seat   When I lay my hands upon the ones   who guard his seat   Their souls will be consumed by fire,   by the time they reach my feet   I will claim - what is mine to take   my realm I shall obtain   Beyond the gates - of heaven hides a   god who dares not meet me   For centuries - he's been hiding in a   realm he calls his own   I will not stand down - any longer:   I will crush his fucking throne   Crushed and broken shalt they be whilst   crawling for their god   Alone and unprotected   I will drag him through the mud   Gather for the holocaust   of all mankind   The holy speak of second coming,   but paradise is mine   Cast out was I, but not destroyed   My spirit lives eternal   My soul yearns for a piece of heaven   that is can call mine   Those who dare to speak of God,   shalt swing from nearest tree   They shalt forever hold their tongue,   or I will rip it from their mouth   Their memories   will be forced forgotten,   never shalt their names be heard   J.C. the shepherd shall be served from   his fucking herd