| Nailed to the cross while the weak
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| Overcome with grief weep and mourn
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| To pervert the mind of the following sheep sould
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| You scourge was born
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| As a shepherd of the inferior rats
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| You knew what to do
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| But spears and steel of your opponents
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| Could hurt your body too
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| As the torncrowned jester you enchanted the scum without skill
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| And now the strong ones move in for the kill
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| Smashing your face
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| Crushing your race
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| Christraping black metal to Satan gives praise
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| Breaking your bones
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| Scorning your moans
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| Your powers is ceasing with a parting groan
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| Christraping black metal
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| The daughters of satan abuses your body
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| And drool in ecstasy when you die
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| While our warriors rips the beard
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| Of your idiot father halls up high
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| Smashing your face
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| Crushing your race
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| Christraping black metal to Satan gives praise
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| Spilling your blood
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| Killing your god
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| The ripped and torn angels will bleed like a flood
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| Your cross shuld stand as a monument
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| For people to fear and obey
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| The evil truth is that your foundation
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| Is a shell made of clay
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| Scratched and torn by the devilish whores
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| Your filthy carcass will reek
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| Let us ride all the nightmares and fears of the church
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| And perish the holy and weak
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| Smashing your face
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| Crushing your race
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| Christraping black metal to Satan gives praise
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| Screams from your soul
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| As it turns black as coal
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| And falls through the pits of the abyss’s black hole
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| The fallen son of god has failed
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| The ending so far away from your goal
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| And the souls of the future witch the light can’t deceive
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| Their fate is written in my soul
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| Smashing your face
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| Crushing your race
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| Christraping black metal to Satan gives praise
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| Spilling your blood
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| Killing your god
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| The ripped and torn angels will bleed like a flood
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| Christraping black metal |