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（Gezeus Quirys）：
Bloodied crimson red and flawed
Veiled within your own facade
I approach you as a holy pastor chosen by the Gods
Now get on your knees
And pray with me
‘He' will forgive if you seek
（RafScrap）：
Oh, how sweet of you to be
merciful, but don't you see--
asking for repentance from the God of Death--the irony?
Can't say I'm sorry that you're
overawed by my grandeur
Let's see how long you stay ‘pure', a~a
（Both）：What a pitiful existence!
（Gezeus Quirys）：
Don't give into depraved-
（RafScrap）：
Come now,
aren't you the one crying out to be saved?
(Eins, Zwei, Drei)
（Both）：
Time's up -
Who is ‘He’ salvaging?
Who is ‘He’ rewarding?
Tell me now, how is ‘He’ choosing?
Who has to lose it all?
Who has to take the fall?
Your God cares not, after all.
Starve them all to the bone
So the church overflows
Does it matter now
even if they break
Since you're sure that you'll be saved, a~a
（Since I’m sure that i’ll be saved a~a）
（Gezeus Quirys）：
So the Death God comes before
her scythe dyed red in gore
standing lonesome within sin, exactly
what does she pray for?
（RafScrap）：
Why don’t we start with your frigid soul and body?
Tell your God to give your life to me
（Gezeus Quirys）：
What foolishness you speak
（RafScrap）：
Go and bark in church, run along
（Gezeus Quirys）：
Come confess to me, I'll rid the world of your wrongs
（Both）：
What are you pardoning?
What are you dreaming of?
Through the love of this God up above?
Bless me, I hear them say
Help me through all my pains
Prayer can heal them away
All the wrongs you commit
I will make sure that it's
judged accordingly, whatever it is
by the way He sees fit
Heathens speak sinful confessions
Have no mercy, ask no questions (Please hear out our plea)
Death is the only redemption (for sanctuary)
God is this truly
I see the doubt within your eyes
（Justice in your eyes? ）
Do you still believe (Though I want to still believe…)
In his lies?
（Gezeus Quirys）：
A hora y en la hora de nuestra muerte
(translation: now and at the hour of our death)
A hora y en la hora de nuestra muerte
（RafScrap）：
That's enough, c'mon, it is time to end this farce
(Eins, Zwei, Drei, Vier, Funf, Sechs, Sieben)
（Both）：
Time’s up!
Rotting, decaying, we're fated to fall deep into
the clutches of the earth
dying since our birth, withering into dirt
to Him you have no worth
Virtuous in His eyes, salvaged by our demise
Words will only come from the ones who tried
To follow the justice of His light
Deep within this endless night
Between these different sects (A God of cruel neglect)
Whose truth do I select? (condemned you to your death)
You no longer believe
Your faith can set you free, ah ah
The enemy of my enemy is my friend
