| Let them all come to me, infamous lethargy
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| Bestowing the black scourge upon all abominations
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| The red light of abhorrence shines and turns the vaults into heavens
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| Cursing from the pool of mutilation we adore the birth of those chosen soulless
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| Suffering archangel, sacrament of the suicidal door
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| Bless the whore lust divine, concrete concept of Satan
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| Rebellions illumination where once stood the eternal light of emptiness
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| And I call upon all redempters, the grand scourge of revelations
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| The altar reveals the black bishop, obscene and grotesque pantomime
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| Holding the dead child with greed, he stands and claims the rights of the flesh
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| Hear the riders hurt in the three locks of the circle
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| I am the claws of the filth, prophesising the past
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| Praying for mercy, receiving the absurd flesh before it’s ghastly fecundation
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| And they all come to me, and answers resounds in nothingness
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| For the fifth inquisitor has arrived
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| Decayed tides of glory reappears from remnants of the black plague
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| And the hollow spirits trapped in carnal memories rebel
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| Caricatures of angels smile with disgust on the stained glass windows
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| To offer grotesque understanding to the gathered ones
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| Here come from the scars of eternal war perverse mihole ian’b
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| From the once dead now alive one is broken the seventh seat
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| In rapture his skin become the key to the bottomless pit
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| Death always comes too late to the ones suffering pain
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| Angels of sickness blow into each of the horns
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| Raising the cult of abominations of the read sea
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| Rising the judge, drinking the vials of revelation
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| The wine of whoredom reeks the filth that scarves us
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| Followed by King Abaddon I will destroy the open book
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| And tear down the voice of the mighty one
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| As all with admire my arts, the scourge will follows the twice horned lamb
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| And set my name to total adoration hearing the words spoken by my icons
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| They drink from the never healing wound upon the purest of my heads |