As God Kills by Node
Innocents, bleeding through the eyes of innocence, they
pray
Falling bloodless to the ground
Crushed under the feel of all the crowd
Your bombs make me smile
You destroy my enemies
Now they believe in my lies
As God Kills: in mind an illusion
In the hands the weapon-desperation
As God Kills: in mind an illusion
In my head a new war declaration
Every blessed day: cutting the heads of all the blessed
son of yours
I did not taste the unfaithful blood
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