| Leaving the dead barren fields behind
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| I’m on the prowl with the glow from my torch
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| Searing winds howl harsh and pave the way
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| Towards your parish adorned with stolen gold
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| I see your congregation of fictitious souls
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| As my dreaded shapes and shades unfolds
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| All the while, Satan’s cloak, it covers you
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| In the fluctuations you call Hell.
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| This be your realm
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| Your sanctuary
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| But I am here
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| Priest’s Hellish Fiend
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| Crawl through the hallways
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| I’ve displayed your daughters' heads
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| Covered in the juices of my lust
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| Creep towards the gallows
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| Your brothers there, swaying
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| From my ropes woven with their entrails
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| Priest’s Hellish Fiend
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| I’ll carve a new cross unto your face
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| I’ve carved my commandments on your back
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| I will serve your sons' blood from your scalp
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| As I drizzle salt onto your skinless skull
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| Alive, raped and ravished by the hounds of hell
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| Crazed by the viciousness displayed
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| Through the black forces that dwell in this domain
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| The glare of Satan’s power has prevailed |