| The dream pervades mysterious and lewd
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| I am One of Many offered unto thee
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| Bearing proud the brand of sacreligion
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| Sacrificed not in vain to Azazael
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| Cast down from the Heavens yet never Fallen
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| He — whom gods hath scorned
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| Eden’s imbecile perimeter ruptured
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| I am of the Shining One
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| Whip merciless their flesh
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| Goad with firebrands
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| Trumpet the advent of the bloodspray
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| Enraptured by torment and flames
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| Broken on the rack crush the cult of Nazarene
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| My cup runneth over…
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| Each Nazarene I kill
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| Is one thorn more
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| In the crown of their false saviour
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| A king foresworn in a halo of flies
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| Prostrate disciples of derisive subjection
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| Their spirits exude deification of defeat
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| A talisman profane — vile birthright borne
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| Enslaving vigour as if nailed to a cross
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| Scoff at this inheritance of wretchedness
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| The Daimons erect shatter shackles of deceit
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| Sons of Vengeance consecrate burning ways
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| Wolves no longer in the guise of the weak
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| Gammadion upon our shields
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| The Conquerors draw nigh
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| Pentagrammaton — ashes to dust
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| Unbridled conflagrations purify
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| Christhammer
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| Swoon — poison souls procured
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| Acknowledge the rot of divinity
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| The dream pervades mysterious and lewd
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| I am One of Many offered unto thee
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| Bearing proud the brand of sacreligion
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| Sacrificed not in vain to Azazael
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| Cast aside despair in chaos consecrate
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| For visions become truth in wakefullness
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| The seeming sorrows that mark my face
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| With head held high are tears of joy
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| I am the spear in the wound of christ |