A gift to our idol
Scorn this face as you will
I won't bend to you.
Call my kin a wasted lot
we still won't bow to you.
Step on our chains
and break our backs
but your gods won't have us.
Your sacrifice is simply
a gift to our idol--
a token of enduring hate.
I won't bend to you.
Call my kin a wasted lot
we still won't bow to you.
Step on our chains
and break our backs
but your gods won't have us.
Your sacrifice is simply
a gift to our idol--
a token of enduring hate.
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