He haunts, he stalks
In every place you hear him walk
He haunts, he stalks
You will never escape his watch
You are lucky if he tears a few holes
But trust me friend, he can do much more
His presence will leave you as a loon
But what you saw was never a moon
There's someone that is close to him
He acts superior, he feels like a king
His gospels are lies
His evangels, stolen lives
He has the ultimate Mass
One that forever will last
He got hordes praising him as a god
He is the drinker of humanity's blood
They never look at us with disdain
What's more, we are the ones they ordain
You will be somebody's bane
You must now carry their horrific stain
While their search goes again and again
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