Uploaded July 2025 | Updated September 2026, 47 minutes ago

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Lyrics:

They’ve come at last, pitchforks and fire

The cowards dressed as righteous holy men

They think they’ll cleanse what I have sired

So let them come if they desire

They found the bones beneath the tree

The ones I hid so carefully

A scrap of cloth, a lock of hair

That was all it took to lead them here

They think they’re holy, born to cleanse

But we have slaughtered worse than men



They come with nails and sacred lies

Still wet with fear behind the eyes

They speak of sin with shaking hands

Before I kill them where they stand

My mercy is a song I lost

Born again in mourning's frost

I see them tremble through the glass

Tonight shall be a feast en mass

A child’s crusade of pitch and steel

Too small to hurt, too loud to heal

But still they march

As if we’d ever kneel

as if I’d ever weep

As if I'd ever hesitate

To make a man a meal



Oh darling let them breach the gate

And death shall bloom ornate and slow

We were never meant to live in peace

We were made to reap what death would sow