For the love of God, we continue to burn.
From Iblis to Mohammad, we're kick to the curb.
Align, we're high, Draco speaks with me.
Being the one accused of a light shooting spree.
Denounced, we're right, we rise to the top.
With the power of 5, our enemies' souls continue to pop.
I stop, I find, I ignore all what was said.
Being like Christ, thats fed with immortal bread.
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