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On the day you died, they just left you there.
Did you think that I didn't care?
I just hated the idea of having no share.
My stomach ached for some juicy flesh.
That night on the hill.
After the golgotha kill.
You thought I would help, but I'm sorry.
Jesus Christ.
They nailed you alive.
I tore you off, it hurt I'm sorry.
I was waiting, then disappearing with you,
for you to shine before God.
Holding you in my arms with love.
To eat you with love, with love.
(lead - Jens)
Bloody blasphemy.
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