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In the sign of the sacrament on the banner of thorns
On the seventh of days, in The Bible we are born
Break the heart of a reverend on a sabbath at dawn
On the final of days, not a god came to forewarn
Venomous, feverous, force us to run
We are credulous, ominous, thy kingdom come
One, one, one with the pyres at dawn
We are the heretic hunters tonight
We are thе heretic hunters for lifе
By the hand of our belief
And the harvest of the night
Hand up for heretic life
We are sons of the wilderness by the sound of our horn
Running faster than light and we hunt 'em 'til the dawn
We are done with the heaven-sent, no messiah we mourn
In the sermon at night, full of hatred and of scorn
Venomous, feverous, force us to shout
We are tenebrous, poisonous, hellbent and loud
Uncrowned, hold up the sacrilege proud
We are the heretic hunters tonight
We are the heretic hunters for life
By the hand of our belief
And the harvest of the night
Hand up for heretic life
We are the heretic hunters, all wild
We are the heretic hunters for life
Never forced down to our knees
We're the hardest in the fight
Fist up for heretic life
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