 Bathory’s sainthood lyrics ( Boy sets fire )   
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 Rate Bathory’s Sainthood
Artist : Boy sets fire
Song : Bathory’s sainthood
Do you feel alive now that you own the dead
Praying on their corpses, their hearts no longer
feel
Your sainthood is obvious on every starving face
Your deception’s given us a way to separate
The poor from their hate, the rich from the
stone
Genuflect away the sins that we’ve known
Sure one percent rules, but heaven’s made of
gold
So chalk it up to folly and consequence alone
Do we really want what we really need a bastard
messiah
Wrapped up in the dream of patriotic clean white
washed desire
And every time the real war’s defined, the
trenches are filled to hide battle lines
Torches to bridges and bridges to torture
Headlines distort what we see as our borders
And what gives us the right to feed with remorse
for a God they created
A God for the poor, for bathory we’re bleeding
out the devil hicks in angelic shrouds
Blasphemy as speaking out we’ve asked for it for
more of the same
Sad scheme of ghettos created by the power elite,
for our minds and souls burning
No longer for freedom invoked just more of the
same.
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