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Starved through years of worship and sin, my dark side of life, as my hunger grows my faith declines, lust for flesh stronger than God Perished through years of divinity, love to you is hate for me Raised to obey their fairytales unquestionably, ridden with fear and whipped with words about sinners' fate, as my true self emerges violently, lust for God through blasphemy Blessed by the words of the fellow flock "Praise the newborn son!" but my faith is stronger than flesh and blood, death to you means life for me Reveling in sin amongst a pile of dead, piled against their idol on his cross of shame Darkness growing closer, my fear is gone as death arrives, hatred growing stronger, my dreams are real, now forever I shall burn Piled against their idol on his cross of shame From Letras Mania