Twinkle bright Aldebaran, the star of solitude
Somewhere there is a lake of fire, pity all the fools
Sorry are the desolate, the unfree and obedient
For this is not the spring of love, it is the winter of discontent
Standing at the shore of lake of fire
Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
Standing at the shore of Lake Of Fire
Blood mooney, for thirty pieces of silver
You shall buy yourself the time
The quivering meat conception, deflorate the virgin fair
Succumb to your own passion, recieve the garland made from angels hair
Crown yourself, the thorns wi will cut you, bleeed your majesty
But by dawn it wi will all satisfy no more, dethrones you weep
Dumped along the shore of lake of fire
Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire
Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire
Dumped along the shore of Lake Of Fire
So youve been left in chains to rot away in your own stinking rest
You wi will hang ti will death in your own entrails
What you are gonna do, peasants with nukes
But death you wi will see shall make us free
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