Hail, the God song
All trill to the tune, devout reprise
Hail, the eon
We knelt on this slab, the blessed people
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
We fought for the fable
Whoa-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
But instead we burn
And in the end of time
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Left an empty urn
Hail the maker
A noisy device to take the toll
God forsake her
For the songs that she sang have left God’s acre
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
We fought for the fable
Whoa-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
But instead we burn
And in the end of time
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Left an empty urn
We fought for the fable
Whoa-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
But instead we burn
And in the end of time
Yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh
Left an empty urn
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