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Let my skull ring like the chalice sundered
That hell has known while heaven wondered
Ancient caustic whispers sing
As the dread iron bell does ring

The mind overflows and the cup is broken
Behold the one true lord has spoken

Fear no god as you dance in the aisle
Sleep in the chapel on the funeral pile
Burn the church to the ground and feast on the ash
Spare us the chalice but welcome the lash
A minute of time for a minute of blood
Dust into gold and gold into mud
The ape that still rides on the spine's lowest ridge
The beast that you are that no knowledge resists

Death stands at your shoulder
Death clings to your back
Death in every corner
Death dressed all in black

A minute of time for a minute of blood
Dust into gold and gold into mud

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from Working Men's Club, released August 23, 2016

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