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Faith, have ye none? When hell beckons thine name Wilt thou be that faithful son? Or wilt thou cower in shame? Hark ye devils, and make no protest! For the hour has come for ye to die And let thy heart confess March along into that fire, aye! For He who Judges all hath come Serve His will and have no fear For the closing hour draws near Hear Satan's beating red drum Steel thy courage well And let the blood make thy heart swell With blood and steel shall we pay All the sins and follies of our days
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 3:09 PM UTC
The Apocalypse
Faith, have ye none? When hell beckons thine name Wilt thou be that faithful son? Or wilt thou cower in shame? Hark ye devils, and make no protest! For the hour has come for ye to die And let thy heart confess March along into that fire, aye! For He who Judges all hath come Serve His will and have no fear For the closing hour draws near Hear Satan's beating red drum Steel thy courage well And let the blood make thy heart swell With blood and steel shall we pay All the sins and follies of our days
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24/M/Jakarta
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 3:09 PM UTC
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