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Come to me, all you sinners Your fervent disciple calls Pray forgiveness, and absolution The tome is black, like sacred hearts Burning the wretched, by the flame of stars Clandestine trial by the shadows are cast Ignorance is buried deep in your past Come to me, all you sinners Your disciple is a liar and a thief Your God is dead Betrayer of man Whisper deceptions Burned out your heart Blinded by beauty False idol reborn