Empty heads, evil, dolls
Spies and thieves, gays, cheap whores
God’s judgment already close
We’ll die all, innocents too
7th son is a murder
I want to kill a god and fly away
I need to kill a god and fly away
From depths of time I call your name
Master of dreams the Lord of sin
I'm ready to know your plans and thoughts
My heart's dream voice calling gods!
7th son is a murder
I'll gather those who believe
In mighty will of ever dreaming one
With shaking hands I kill your god
In nothingness I'll fall insane...
7th son is a murder
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