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Does praying bring a cure to your fear? And did it improve your pitiful existence? Don't you feel you are making yourself a part of the weakest kind? So you have chosen to be a slave, maybe stupid, maybe blind... We deny the elite, leaders of the weak No god we will fear, no cross we will lick Creating our own rules, we follow no book The truth is not written, so I draw it up with your blood. Wake up, or die by your own hand Those who are born slaves have just one way to be saved Burn it, the effigy of Christ Deny this book that has filled your mind with lies Anger let your heart breathe at last Freedom in our kingdom you will taste Burn it the effigy of Christ Deny the holy book of lies. We have no masters, all sovereigns And we spit on the illegitimate rules We follow none but our own will We have not chosen to live in fear of The idol of weakness, a corpse on a cross The bastard son of a chimerical god will never lead us Eternally blinded by the odious masquerade Letras de cancionesYou dance on the music which leads you to your grave. Your allegiance has destroyed all your willpower I see in you a caricature of existence, the tortures of freedom Now you are nothing, just the puppet of an illusion Slave of nothingness, worshipper of lies. When I see you celebrating the bereavement of reason When I hear ypour pathetic sob which sound resounds in the night When I smell your disgusting terror of death, terror of life When I feel the powerful feebleness which oozes out of your being. Hate becomes my mistress, the autocrat of my heart I dream of destruction, I wish your mutilation Wake up, or die by your own hand Those who are born slaves have just one way to be saved Hate becomes my mistress, the autocrat of my heart We prefer damnation, rather submission So we choose blasphemy as our way of life Slaves of weakness, we will never let in. From Letras Mania