| You dare stand before me
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| Samael, filthy heathen
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| I have come to spill your blood
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| And stop your reign of terror my dark lord
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| I’ll gaze you in your sadist eyes and punish you for your crimes
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| Satan, did the father not tell you the price of authority?
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| I am certain the extent of the power I possess
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| The burning desire that is my being, the feeling of unrest
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| The gripping darkness will take hold, my servant
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| The longer you stare into my soul
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| I, equipped
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| This sword of vengeance for my enemy
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| Butchering the seed of justice in his resting place
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| Pray to me or perish
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| Just like them you will tremble at the sight
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| When I stand tall you will fall to your knees
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| Panic will set in and the fight in you will cease
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| When my corruption calls you will bow your head in defeat
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| And find a sense of calm in the endless screams
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| Fragments of my soul change as you speak to me
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| Infecting my very being, burning all who speak my name
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| Now I see, evil prevails over God’s purity
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| I am the new lord of life
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| And now you will repeat after me
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| I, equipped
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| This sword of vengeance for my enemy
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| Butchering the seed of justice in his resting place
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| Looking upon such a sight to see
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| The subservient monkeys now lay prone at my feet
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| In worship of me |