Let's fucking go!

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Grrr out

The year lays down his mantle cold

The chill of fear in the air

And now goes clad in clothes of gold

Of smiling corpse and seasons fair

Blasphemy is liberty

Indulge in your apostasy

Embrace your inner tyranny

Death rebirth repeat

Death rebirth repeat!

What do we earn for all our pious grace?

A shallow grave and a forgotten face

What do we earn for our moralistic teachings?

The worm's contempt who has no time for preaching

It's all been said when you're dead

Nothing's new when you'rе dead

The same tirеd game when you're dead

Death rebirth repeat

Death rebirth repeat!

It's all been said when you're dead

Nothing's new when you're dead

The same tired game when you're dead

Death rebirth repeat

Death rebirth repeat!

Blasphemy is liberty

Indulge in your apostasy

Embrace your inner tyranny

Death rebirth repeat

Death rebirth repeat!

Blasphemy is liberty

Indulge in your apostasy

Embrace your inner tyranny

Death rebirth repeat

Death rebirth repeat!

Where will madness drive me if not to the heart of men?

Am I alive or simply born of sin?

Retrospective of the effect of loss is there not truth that there's a cost when we

Cling to distant times once past, to what once was but should not last

Neglecting to apply what we've learned to the ever pertinent present

It is an end with priests and god, to absolve oneself of the notion of

Redemption, redemption! Only rebirth revokes the curse of the man