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Eat, for this is my
your glass and toast
For this is my
I am the
me downward
Into the
I am the of your fear
Salvation is through me

what we have done
With our soul open
what we have done
With our soul wide

Black hail
worlds
Angels drop the firmaments
Slave to the turbulent of cold dark eyes
The eye which turns and
(?)

Anyone within the sound of my
to my every word
This is a threat
I will not tolerate
But than your and utter devotion to me

I need to know, that if nessacary you die for me
Now tell me, will you die for me, you die for me

My guidence doesn't come at a cheap
And my shouldn't be taken lightly
I am the air you into your lungs
And the reality of existance

And for of you who stray
You will be hunted like dogs
who obey my paradise
In a place we can all call
In a we can all some day die in