would you look at that, another testing thread.

[attr="class","lorelei"]into the abyss i fall - the eye of horus. into the eyes of the night - watching me go. green is a cat's eye that glows in this temple. enter the risen osiris - risen again. tell me why i have to be a powerslave. i don't wanna die, i'm a god, why can't i live on? when the life give dies, all around is laid waste. and in my last hour i'm a slave to the power of death. when i was living this lie, fear was my game. people would worship and fall, drop to their knees. so bring me the blood and red wine of the one to succeed me, for he is a man and a god, and he will die, too. tell me why i have to be a powerslave. i don't wanna die, i'm a god, why can't i live on? when the life give dies, all around is laid waste. and in my last hour i'm a slave to the power of death.

now i am cold, but a ghost lives in my veins. silent, the terror that reigned, marbled in stone. shell of a man, god preserved for a thousand ages. but open the gates of my hell - i'll strike from the grave. tell me why i have to be a powerslave. i don't wanna die, i'm a god, why can't i live on? when the life give dies, all around is laid waste. and in my last hour i'm a slave to the power of death. slave to the power of death! slave to the power of death! slave to the power of death!

kill to gain or shoot to maim, but we don't need a reason. the golden goose is on the loose, but never out of season. some blackened pride still burns inside this shell of bloody treason. here's my gun for a barrel of fun, for the love of living death. the killer's breed or the demon's seed - the glamor, the fortune, the pain. go to war again, blood is freedom's stain, but don't you pray for my soul anymore. two minutes to midnight! the hands that threaten doom. two minutes to midnight! to kill the unborn in the womb.

the blind men shout, "let the creatures out!" we'll show the unbelievers. the napalm screams of human flames, of a prime time belsen feast, yeah! as the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy, we oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies. the killer's breed or the demon's seed - the glamor, the fortune, the pain. go to war again, blood is freedom's stain, but don't you pray for my soul anymore. two minutes to midnight! the hands that threaten doom. two minutes to midnight! to kill the unborn in the womb.

the body bags and little rags of children torn in two, and the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you. as the madmen play their words and make us all dance to their song, to the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun. the killer's breed or the demon's seed - the glamor, the fortune, the pain. go to war again, blood is freedom's stain, but don't you pray for my soul anymore. two minutes to midnight! the hands that threaten doom. two minutes to midnight! to kill the unborn in the womb.

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