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Hail, the God song!
All trill to the tune devout reprise!
Hail, the eon!
We knelt on this slab the blessed people!
We fought for the fable, aha!
But instead we burn
And in the end of time, aha!
Left an empty urn
Music-maker!
A noisy device to take the toll!
God forsake her!
For the songs that she sang have left god’s acre!
We fought for the fable, aha!
But instead we burn
And in the end of time, aha!
Left an empty urn
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(Bridge)
We fought for the fable, aha!
But instead we burn
And in the end of time, aha!
Left an empty urn
