| Falling into a nocturnal vacuum, I call for Satan, the
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| Keyholder
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| For his world I shall enter
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| My call is answered
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| By force am I taken to realms, darker than death
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| To witness the evil glory I have travelled to see
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| Many are the appearing shapes of Satan
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| Unfolding in utter grotesque horror
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| The air is frozen
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| I can hear the hateful rumbling and pounding in the
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| Deep
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| I can see flickering spectres, silouettes blistering with-
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| Electric coldness
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| I breathe spears
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| Unleashing a pulsating storm of steel
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| Sulphur floats in my veins
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| My eyes burn with fury
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| Carbonised into my heart
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| Far away, a wast bastard cross manifests in
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| The air
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| How dare it shine so clear
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| Here in theese hellish realms?
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| Oh, did I not know of the impurity…
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| As the blasphemy becomes unbearable
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| I behold thousands of claws gripping the
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| Golden cross from behind
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| Soon demons crawl like furious ants all over
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| The profante shape
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| Screaming in unearthly rage and insanity
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| The symbol of Nazarene us thirb asunder
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| Dripping with slime and rot
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| I shiver in cruel ecstacy
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| And laugh the madmans laughter
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| Returning now
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| With diabolical strength
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| And a vicious grin in the face |