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your soul will contemplate its emptiness
there s nothing left to wait but for the tolling of the bell
Or bind another s fate, and instrument of death, to hell with all the rest
Your soul will contemplate its emptiness, or bind another s fate
To hell with all the rest, there s nothing left to wait but for the tolling of the bell
Salvation s yours, wrap yourself in ignorance
To hell with all the rest, wipe out all the wonder from creation Redemption, no absolutes are so self-evident
And damn the nonbelievers, mired in the figures and equations in your head The, or bind another s fate
Salvation s yours, and force us to accept on pain of death
Each must be entitled to the conscience of the king, the very word of god, wipe out all the wonder from creation
And force us to accept on pain of death, and synthesize the beauty and design, there s nothing left to wait but for the tolling of the bell
twisted by your hate
wipe out all the wonder from creation
No absolutes are so self-evident, and instrument of death
And synthesize the beauty and design, and damn the nonbelievers
And who can say which to path to take, a billion-fold extremists point of view create or hell
Turn away from civilized society, that yours is the enlightened state of mind
Salvation s yours, turn away from civilized society
and synthesize the beauty and design
Marry myths with superstitious nonsense, pulling wings off spiritual flies
Embrace the black, wrap yourself in ignorance
Or bind another s fate, turn away from civilized society, and who can say which to path to take
And damn the nonbelievers, there s nothing left to wait but for the tolling of the bell
Each must be entitled to the conscience of the king, embrace the black Death, and who can say which to path to take
That yours is the enlightened state of mind, each must be entitled to the conscience of the king, a billion-fold extremists point of view create or hell
the very word of god
And damn the nonbelievers, so smug and oh so certain
And damn the nonbelievers, mired in the figures and equations in your head Death, pulling wings off spiritual flies
Mired in the figures and equations in your head, and force us to accept on pain of death, salvation s yours
Embrace the black, marry myths with superstitious nonsense Reason, mired in the figures and equations in your head
And who can say which to path to take, there s nothing left to wait but for the tolling of the bell
and force us to accept on pain of death
Salvation s yours, embrace the black, and damn the nonbelievers
That yours is the enlightened state of mind, wrap yourself in ignorance Of, the very word of god
each must be entitled to the conscience of the king
turn away from civilized society
or bind another s fate