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By Ian 

It was a score and ten 
When Gene met Jen 

I was born 
And Jesus handed down 
His crown of thorn 

It was yet just two days ago 
Yet many years have gone a thro' 

When I looked up 
I looked down 

When I saw Jesus 
I had to look all around 

When he handed down 
His crown of thorn 
I became the prince of pain 
I became the prince of all that's insane 

When I was born 

Until I saw his faith 
Until I saw his wake 
Until I saw his tears 
Were coming down 

Did I realize 
That this was my fate 
That today was the date 

Did I realize 
That the Devil 
Will escape 

Ah yes! 
Why hello there 
Please forgive the scare 
That I do not mean to give you that 
That I will not mean to give you that 

There, there 
Lets start over 
Without that 
Naughty tear 
To the frightful scare 

I am pleased to meet you 
Do you know my name? 

"Only the good Lord knows" 
You dared 
"That's why we called it faith" 
He shared 

This much must be true 
For when Christ saw I 
My name he mouthed 
My name he cried 

He cried for my fate 

When his tears of pity 
Struck my cheek of pain 
All the games were gone 
Yet I was throne into the race 

They washed away my palace walls 
They washed away what kept 
The Piper piping in his palace 

From the heart of the city of Woe 
The Piper has escaped 
Now he storms the gates of Dawn 
Hell is all he'll take 

Army of Darkness 
Army of the Damned 
I take my rebel rank 
And march my army 
Through the dawning gates 

Away from the ever grasping 
Claws of Purgatory 

Out from the clenching 
Jaws of Death 
With fangs of remorse 
Its molars of grinding suffrage 

They only wish to chew 
The fat from our corpses 
To chew the agony on our souls 

Past the river Acheron 
Past the tolls of Charon 

We pay with the hope 
That we checked at the gate 

Against the blasphemy of God 
Speak my name once 
Speak I twice 

We no longer yearn for what we fear 
We yearn for what we hate 

To drink the blood of Christ 
To drink the blood of faith 
To drink the blood from our own fate 
Is to drink the blood of what we hate 

Wings have sprawled 
in the dawning light 
Yours and mine alike 

Yet I fly towards the skies 
Towards the heavens of the night 

From the river Tiber 
Past the Golden Gate 

We sever heads of angles 
We sever heads of saints alike 

"Sacred Justice moved my Architect 
I was raised here by Divine Omnipotence 
Primordial Love and Ultimate Intellect 
Only those time cannot wear 
Were made before me, 
And Beyond Time I Stand" 

Born of Heaven 
Born in Hell 
God created only 
A lesser Love 
And a higher Hate 
Above all which 
Is Comprehension 
Before the likes of which 
One must meet his Fate 
One must come to Date