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Christian Death Golden Age

A thousand years or so is said Gentle breeze of a flowering bed Children and fairies chattering secrets in pretty ears Gone are the years Gone are the

Jehovah: I am the scum of this dark age I'm the beginning and the end! Oblivion takes my place The frame holds just another face of death! Priestress:

burden down I was raised on a farm the first years of my life Life was pretty good they say I'll probably live to be some ripe ol' age If death'll just

smiling with the widest grin Beausoleil, candy floss surgeon with the golden hair Beausoleil, a brand new process for a brand new age Beausoleil, a black

that's born. Anti-christ is driving the insane. Is he sadistic? One bad baby raing hell. The Devil's misfit. He's growing up fast. And getting worse with age

be a threat at a young age, the Hell to the Raze Solid rays be the diamond that your girl can't appraise To the most high in Christ, from my life give

soluted Family trees were uprooted, anyone found on the streets were obsolete Military killed the unnecessary, cops would cheat Death, grenades, blades, anti matter rays Through age