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Fear the leader
Fear the clan
I'm mighty
Immensly
The ultimate man
The news hit you hard
Crashing down like a ton
I'm the grim reaper
The one that murdered your son
I'm not the fruit of your loins
From an orange to an apple
Screw your rules
I'm a heavy metal disciple
I'm a gothic messiah
A leadership denyer
The satan of your personal hell
I'll tell you when to cry and
I'll tell you when to die
Your life flows
To the toll of the bell

As I walk on the path of hell
And the smoke disapears
Behind the cripple
A hot blooded dragon appears
I don't trust no one
I breathe a firely anger
Killed my weak part
Sliced his throat with a dagger
I buried the bastard
Rest in peace my brother
Too weak to be a man
Now your one dead motherf*cker

I'm a gothic messiah
A leadership denyer
The satan of your personal hell
I'll tell you when to cry and
I'll tell you when to die
Your life flows
To the toll of the bell

A man with no family
A motherless son
Reflections of the past
Made me the chosen one
A dangerous pranic
Who sanguined the plasma
Now I scheme
To feed off your karma
I'd like to thank oh lord
For the gift which he gave
Replacing the weak
And embracing the brave

  Fear the leader  Fear the clan  I'm mighty  Immensly  The ultimate man  The news hit you hard  Crashing down like a ton  I'm the grim reaper  The one that murdered your son  I'm not the fruit of your loins  From an orange to an apple  Screw your rules  I'm a heavy metal disciple  I'm a gothic messiah  A leadership denyer  The satan of your personal hell  I'll tell you when to cry and  I'll tell you when to die  Your life flows  To the toll of the bell    As I walk on the path of hell  And the smoke disapears  Behind the cripple  A hot blooded dragon appears  I don't trust no one  I breathe a firely anger  Killed my weak part  Sliced his throat with a dagger  I buried the bastard  Rest in peace my brother  Too weak to be a man  Now your one dead motherf*cker    I'm a gothic messiah  A leadership denyer  The satan of your personal hell  I'll tell you when to cry and  I'll tell you when to die  Your life flows  To the toll of the bell    A man with no family  A motherless son  Reflections of the past  Made me the chosen one  A dangerous pranic  Who sanguined the plasma  Now I scheme  To feed off your karma  I'd like to thank oh lord  For the gift which he gave  Replacing the weak  And embracing the brave