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Edward Ka-Spel - Avengelist We'll take our blessings from the priest with cups of blood - we'll drink it neat. Or maybe just a hint of soda ... We shall walk across the water. Slaughter calves and make a mess, we'll hold a mass. We'll speak in tounges, We'll break the bread. We'll count the crumbs. Yum yum! [we're] Reciting psalms .. We'll testify that we have seen the Christ! We touched his scars. We licked his tears. We felt his anger - pledged we'll raise a spear for a Spear of Destiny. Our destiny's to drown the doubters, cleave the cheats ... to burn the sinners in the street. Do you feel that holy fire, brother? |
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