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I am the man that defends all things profane 6000 years is the time that I shall reign And with a grin drank the blood of holy swine Impurity made the blood turn into wine Chorus: Old man, dead hand If only their insanity The lie feeds off their greed Jesus wept I am the pain that feeds off your weakness A sickening born of hate, not of the blessed And with the time I will crush all things you prey Destroying all from the known to the arcane Chorus Burn my eyes and try to blind me Bury me so they won't find me Try to s*ck my power empty Got no crown of thorns on me So burn my eyes and try to blind me Bury me so they won't find Try to s*ck my power dry You got no crown of thorns on me Chorus