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letra de the collected - elder devil

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f-ck tradition
we need believers lined up for miles, striking out past the isles
truth never rang in their ears so be gone their blasphemies
crawl toward a new dawn, somewhere beyond their errant siren song
baptize a new day in the mud that cakes our feet and keep walking so truth and civilization meet
may god stop what stains our sheets
move beyond the individual
come together, dear people so that similar minds may rid this filthy world
a new colony begun under the birth of not onе b-st-rd, not one spoiled blood, but one of purе meaning, soon to be weaning
throw maps into the same mud that cakes our blackened feet
there will be no return to those lands
cut at the wrist and sever spiteful hands

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