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Merchants Of Death

Crusaders in white, red crosses they wear
Defilers of light, in god's name they dare
Acolytes of God or Baphomet
By the churches' law merchants of death

Nightmare-like out of their brain
Visions that drive them insane
Holy war inside their head
Holy men who walk with the dead

We don't want your holy war
Don't need this bloodshed anymore
The funeral pyres burn evermore
We don't want your holy war

Fire and ice falls from the sky
Raining death on all human life
Words of fear to breed in the heart
Fractured lies to tear us apart

We don't want your holy war
Don't neeed this bloodshed anymore
The funeral pyres burn evermore
We don't want your holy war

Everyone wants a paradise
Nobody wants to pay the price
Peace only comes from sacrifice
Still the winds of war blow on