for it's sons didn't ascend
Let her tears fall on their faces,
and summon the remaining races
If the devil consumed their faith,
summon the remaining saints
Give them the fruit of the vine,
and let the others go and die
Let the the heavens close it's gates,
for it is open for a lot faint faiths
Let all the angels hold their swords,
and cut the demon's long throat
If the Lord can't save them now,
summon the wolves to hunt them out
Give them the bitterness they deserve,
and let them fall into the hell and burn
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